He rasied the gun up to his head. He had tried evrything he knew how to do.
He had tried makeing friends, finding love, being acctpedted.
In the end he had sent the final call for help,the treat of sucidie. but it was dismed by all he knew.even his friends at a surrptong stite for "BIS,Gays&sraitghts."
None cared. With a heavy heart he was about to take to the only he had left,the only thing he had ever really owned his own life.
If only things had been differant...
aw well to late for that.
With the gun at his head he pulled the trigger. The force of the gun shot moved his head some. Theb the blood rushed out.
He had died & no one cared.
The End. Do you care for anyone ,dear reader?