I'm just going to tell this tale once. And no, I don't want to discuss it. I don't even necessarily want feedback or hugs or anything, because that would mean thinking about it and feeling it and I'm just not ready for that.
Just...no.
But yeah.
someone i know commited suicide.
I'm not certain how I feel about it right now. I'm angry. I'm hurt. I'm so very, very sad.
But I'm also extremely numb.
And oh so confused.
No one knows why. No one will likely ever know why.
So yeah. That's it. In black-and-white, staring at me from the computer screen
And my point to all of this?
Suicide. Is. Wrong.
Aside from the moral issue, aside from the 'going to hell' concept, aside from all of that, it is a horridly selfish way to die. It leaves behind everyone, with constant grief and constant questions, and constant guilt, and so much anger.
So the next time you think about how horrid your life is, how you aren't your ideal weight/height/look/whatever. How your life is so awful and how things would be better if you just stopped existing?
Stop.
Just stop.
Think about your mother. And your sister. Or brother. Or best friend. Or anyone and everyone else you know.
Because you aren't solving your problems by killing yourself.
You're just pushing them off on everyone else, and taking the coward's way out.
Who do you remember? pass the message on.
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