• It snowed today. And I almost got into a fight. I say 'almsot got into a fight' because I had every right to and if I had the guts I damn well would have, but I didn't because the other fighter would've been CJ. See, a year ago this very well loved, absolutely freaking amazing kid in our school commited suicide. It was a shock to everyone, he didn't leave a note so no one knows why exactly, but the first Monday after he died, there was graffiti all over the school walls with messages of love to him and his family. I'd only talked to this kid once and the profound amount of love and admration for his memory was astonishing, and it just affected me so deeply that he would do a thing like take his own life, without knowing just how many people loved him and how many lives he changed just by saying 'hello'. Complete strangers came to his funeral to pay their respects because they'd heard about his good deads and wished they could've befriended him as well. Well, tomorrow is his birthday and everyone in the school (or at least a good amount of people) are going to wear pink in his memory because that was his favourite colour. I was telling CJ about it, see. "It's a shame that he killed himself," she says, as we're are walking down the hall. "Yeah." "But you know... Because he wasn't killed by anyone else and he didn't die from an illness... because he took his own life... he's not going to Heaven, I know it." And that would be when a nerve impulse was sent to my shoulder and I had to act quickly before my arm swung up and knocked her fucking teeth out. "That's not fair," was all I could say. "If Heaven is real, he's getting in because he was a good person." "Well," she says in a 'well let me tell you something' kind of tone, "killing yourself kind of cancels that out, the Bible says. That's why you're not supposed to do it." And she giggled. I just left. I couldn't even do anything, I just left. That voice of reason inside my head was saying "YOU MARCH ON OVER THERE AND KICK HER IN THE SHINS YOUNG LADY," but I didn't. How. Fucking. Disrespectful. Can you get. I don't give a shit what your religion says, you do NOT go around telling people within earshot (a few other people near by were offended as well) that their friend (not my friend, but he was everyone elses) is going to HELL because he killed himself! Whatever issues he had must have been fucking MAJOR for him to go through with it, so not only are you being a bitch by even making the notion, you're speaking ill of the dead which is wrong in it's own right. That's just... it makes me sick. I know she thinks she's right, but DAMN, keep it to yourself! How would you feel if some religious nutjob came up to you and told you that, say, your mother was going to hell for whatever reason? They were going to burn for eternity in a fiery lake just because. You'd be right pissed of too. Christ, thinking back on it, I should've hit her. She pulled that shit when we found out he was dead, too. Only that was before we knew it was a suicide, and she said "Don't be sad, he's in Heaven now!" Fuck, man. Can you get any more ingorant?

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