Last week, an online friend of mine threw himself in front of a train. It shook our little internet friend group and continues to shake us still.
Not eighteen a whole month yet. And he gave up.
My heart breaks every time I think of it. Even I assumed the pain would be less real, because it was a friendship without physical contact. It's not.
I keep thinking of all the beautiful world I would've missed if I had clocked out at eighteen.
Despite all, I try not to blame him. He was hurting in a way he didn't understand how to fix.
God, if you're listening(which is iffy, considering my dubious relationship with sin) can you do me a favor and at least give these kids a chance?
