You never know how much they say “Wildcats” in High School Musical til you have to drink everytime they do.
I’m reblogging this not because they say Wildcats a lot but because we’re acting on the assumption that people who are old enough to drink sit around playing drinking games to HSM and that’s beautiful.
WHY ARE PEOPLE WITH PENISES GIVEN FREE CONDOMS WHEN THEY DON’T NEED TO HAVE SEX BUT PEOPLE WITH VAGINAS STILL HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS LIKE PADS AND TAMPONS FOR SOMETHING THEY CAN’T STOP
Vote me for president I will make all tampons and pads fucking free
This was previously posted on my other blog (n0thingleftinside) before Tumblr deleted it. I’m re-posting so the source goes to this blog.
I was in grade 8, you were in grade 10. I really never expected us to become friends, but we did. You were always so happy and positive and it was infectious. I can’t remember one time that I didn’t see you without a smile on your face and it scared me to know that you weren’t okay. When you stated dating her I will admit, I was jealous. You were cute, and such a great guy and it was hard not to fall for you. But we talked often and still had a great friendship. We trusted each other. I told you my history of emotional, physical and sexual abuse and I knew about the bullying you had gone though since grade 1. I knew the names they called and the cruel things they did. Most of all, I remember the day you made the torment stop. I remember the day you took your life.
Things had gone sour with you and your girlfriend and she ended things. I remember you telling me about the fights and arguments you had with her in the weeks following the breakup. We argued over it because I was getting tired of hearing it. It hurt me because I was so in love with you. You texted me one night asking for help because you were suicidal, but I was too pissed off to reply. It wasn’t long until I had close to 20 texts and 5 calls from you. I was getting annoyed. Not long after your texts stopped I received a text from our mutual friend telling me to talk to you. So finally I did. No reply came. I became worried and called everyone I knew trying to figure out what happened to you. Then your brother called telling me that he found you, but it was too late. You were hanging from the tree in your backyard, lifeless and cold. I remember crying and screaming. I begged for you to still be alive. I convinced myself that it was just a sick joke you pulled to get back at your ex. But it wasn’t. You were gone; you’re still gone and even though years have passed, I still miss you.
I couldn’t save you and I’m sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I never told you I loved you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop your pain.
This is for anyone who knows someone that is at risk or if you’re the one hurting. Get help for them or yourself. Life is valuable. You matter and you are so important. Suicide is not the right option because all that’s left is a lifetime of what if’s. What if I replied? Could I have stopped him? What if things went differently? You have so much more in store than the pain you’ve encountered. Please don’t kill yourself. You deserve more than that so live life and keep fighting, because the end will be worth it.
Just stay alive. And if you think you have nothing to live for, you have me. I will always be there for you. I may not know you, but I know that someone out there loves you and needs you. You’re life really does have purpose, don’t kill yourself until you find and fulfill that purpose. I love you.
For Lee (1992-2009)