Robbie's suicide has affected me in so many ways than I could ever have imagined. Looking at pictures of Robbie and reading letters from him help me to remember all of the fun times we had together at Camp Christopher. I replay in my mind our conversations from phone calls and camp, and wish I could talk to him just one more time to tell him how I care. I go a poem that reminds me of Robbie. I have also become incredibly aware of what I say and how it might hurt someone.
Teenagers use the phrase commonly and easily, without thinking about how offensive it is.
I try to have a more open mind now. I have decided that no matter what, I will give everyone a chance and I won't pre-judge anyone. I am also more sensitive to gay jokes and comments than ever before, since January, I have realized just how much I value all my friends. They are so important to me and are such a big part of my life. It makes me so sad to hear people talking about suicide.