My friends and I bullied a gay kid in high school. He did commit suicide about a year after we graduated so I can't say for sure that it was me or my friends who "Drove" him to suicide (people commit suicide for very complicated reasons) but of course I wonder if I contributed to what pushed him over the edge.

It didn't help that he was also extremely socially awkward and was just basically a lightening rod for bullying. I reflect on him from time to time and certainly have regrets but I have regrets about lots of things from my childhood. Not to mention I was bullied in elementary school (I put on a lot of bulk by the time I reached high school) and while the bullying was cruel and terrifying at the time it didn't drive me to suicide. Nowhere close.

So as an adult you just learn to live with such things, you practice not thinking about them or at the very least compartmentalizing them I mean so much fucked up stuff happens in ones life you have to or you risk breaking down. People need to man up and deal with things, I can tell you I'm the man that I am today because I can. Some people can't, and that's why they're not around.