A young man that I went to school with
A young man that I went to school with actually drove from our tiny town in Tennessee to the Golden Gate bridge and jumped off. They found his body and everything... The news really shocked our whole town. My secret is that I wish I could have loved him before he died. I definitely thought he was special and have so many regrets about not being able to show him why life is worth living. Now that he's dead I find myself considering suicide also. He was brave enough to do it. Why aren't I?