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This week started out great. Really it did, I was working, and in general having a pretty good time with life. Tuesday I ended up opening, instead of closing, which at the time made me happy. I got off work and got a call from a friend telling me that a younger boy had fallen out of a tree by my aunts house and that he had died. This was of course sad but I didnt know who it was so I went on with life. I got to my moms to go grocery shopping and a little after that my uncle called. He tells my mom that the boy was his step-son Ryan, and that in fact he hadnt fallen out of the tree, he had hung himself. He was thirteen years old, thats it, and he felt that life was too hard to go on with. At first I sat there not beliving it, and still to this moment I want to belive that it didnt happen and that in fact he did fall out of the tree and it was an accident. I sit here and wish that there was something I could have done, mabey had I known. Him and I were pretty close before my uncle and Jane seperated, but after that I really didnt get to see him, and I wish I had put more of and effort into it, it could have made all the difference in the world. Sadly him and I were much alike, we were both ADD and Bi-polar, so I knew what it was like, and I think thats one thing that made us so close, we could help each other. It also scares me to sit here and think, that could have been me at one time, in fact it almost was. I cant help but wonder what was so different. What happened for him that made him decide to suddenly go through with it, becasue thats what he did, he left no note, not anything, he went outside to never come back.