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[brigdh]

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bobthefeti killed himself. Hung himself, because he was gay. He was thirteen. His real name was Arthur Marcus. I didn't know him, and I never saw his journal before today, but I just, I can't...

Thirteen. Jesus Christ. What kind of life have you had when you're still only thirteen? That's just the beginning, the very very start to every thing that should have come. But it won't. Not now.

I think I can't get over that number. There's so many worse things to see in this, but I can't stop thinking about me when I was thirteen. I didn't know anything, I hadn't done anything, I hadn't meet any of the people yet that are so important to me now. If I had died then, it would have been awful. Wrong. Every good thing happens after thirteen, and if I never had gotten any of that... He won't get any of that. It's just, it's thirteen. That's barely even a teenager. That's not even adolescence.

It's too soon.

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"who's gonna wear your blue trenchcoat now?"

I think that was the worst part of looking at that.