Suicide Club
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Last published Wed, Feb 10, 2016
Suicide and kids' depression have sprung up around the world. Why? Personally, I blame social media. Or maybe it's homophobic assholes. Maybe it's cruel friends. Or, abusive parents. Whatever it is, it struck me too. It seems as if your even a pinch different then someone, your the weird/sinful one. If your Jewish and someone is Christian, your life may become hell. Maybe your gay and your parents are homophobic, your life may become hell. Maybe, just maybe, you were born in a poor household, even if it's not your fault, you life may become hell. As my mom always said, we judge people because we don't know them. But it seems as if you get to know someone more you hate them even more. As I was saying, I don't know why I have depression. Maybe someday I'll know. But for now, I can only sit and wonder.
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