yeah, you. the one with the pill bottle or loaded pistol in your hand. can you stop for a second and think about what you're doing? that bullet will create a hole in head and that rope will ture your face a cold gray. so what's the problem? too much work? parents a pain? did you get dumped? is it really worth losing a great future over, whatever it maybe? right now you may think so, but years down the road, when you hold your first child in your arms, will you feel the same? i'm not going to suger coat it. your parents maybe total jerks and you might be under to much pressure, but is it really worth finding out what happens when you die? if you still want to swallow those pills or drink that bleach, it doesn't seem like your thinking this though enough. i've been where you are. life is like a game show.sometimes you get a big boat, and sometimes you only get some crummy car wax. all you can do is spin the wheel again and you cant say someone doent love you, because everyone has someone who loves them. i love you. i love you with all the love a teenager can have. so, dropp the murderer in your hand whatever it is, and know you will be okay. things always are.