A sixth grader (a year younger than me) hung himself over the weekend. I saw his name in the sixth grade pictures for yearbook, but didn't know him personally. I cried. I wasn't even his friend, didn't even know him in real life, but I felt like I lost a loved pet. He was bullied because he wore weird clothes. A very stupid reason. If you feel like committing suicide, please, talk to me! I-I wouldn't be able to stand another death that I could've prevented. He could have gotten help, or I could've helped him. But he went on, at twelve.