This blog is a chain reaction from Chris and CHE's blog posts. I felt that I should add my little something in here, since we're all blabbing away. Well, if you don't know me that well, I'm Hannah. I'm Asian, short, an idiot, fifteen, and I've moved seven times since I was born. Seven times. Which means I've spent a measly two years or so in every city I've lived in. I'm not complaining, that much, considering my parents are both in the military. It's nice to meet new people, see new places, get new experiences. 

But I guess it gets a little boring after a while. The same routines, the same fake smile while making new friends, the same 'you're so interesting' face. I probably was tired of getting used to different weather conditions or maybe it was being the 'new kid'. Whatever it was, I wanted to stop. 

So, as many other teens, I wondered what it would be like to commit suicide. Honestly, it wasn't the very first time I thought about it, since stress had been in my life since I was a little kid, six or so. I remember when my dad was deployed in Iraq, and came back home, by little sister didn't recognize him, so she always cried whenever she saw him. It was really sad to see his face when that happened. 

But anyways, I was tired. Tired of pretending, tired of trying to fit in. One day, after hanging out at long beach town center, I was walking home with my friend, when we stopped at a light. All I could think of was how fast the cars were rushing past, and what it would be like if I took one step. I wondered if anyone would miss me; I wondered if they even cared about me. However, my friend I was walking with started talking to me, and I snapped out of it. I started talking with him, and I realized that there was no point in me killing myself, since people were there to help me, and take care of me.

I'm really grateful to my friend. I don't think he knows what he did that night, but I'm glad he talked to me at that moment. He might never know what he did to change me, but I still want to thank him. Thank you so much, Minseok. I'm so glad you were there with me that night. 

I really hope none of you guys make the same mistake that I almost made. There are people that appreciate you, and don't want you to leave. I'm sure of it. And if you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here. I know how you feel. Don't think of yourself as weak if you ask for help. It's actually the opposite. You're proving that you know that help is there, and you're gonna try your best to take full advantage of it. 

And with that, good night.