Okay so I'm gonna make this story about my sister who committed suicideon August 3rd 2018. My sister was a young, beautiful and, smart, breath taking, lovable, funny, a fighter, but behind all of that was a girl who was scared, and felt like she had no one to talk to. I don't want people to EVER have to attend their siblings funeral, because attending 1 will tear yo ass apart but imagine attending 4, and having to bury them trust me you'll wanna be 6ft too. To never hear them laugh, see them smile, feel their hug, never see them on the football field again or the basketball court will leave a feeling of loneliness inside. Suicide murder and drugs are taking and killing our generation.
