So my story is a simple but harsh one. It began in my freshman year of high school. I had managed to get a boyfriend named JP and he had been my boyfriend since the beginning of the school year. Nearing the end of my freshman year, however, he decided it would be better if we weren’t together. So he broke up with me three hours before doing something that i continue to blame myself for daily. Three hours after we had decided to break up, he made the final decision to kill himself via cutting. He cut a total of seven times-each one deeper than the last-eventally bleeding out before the ambulance managed to reach him. He was pronounced dead at the sight of his death-his family house in the Philippines. Now, two and a half years later, i still continue to mourn him in the best way possible. I pray and i light a candle on the anniversary of his death every year since i am unable to visit his home and grave in the Philippines.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton