I wish I could talk to somebody.
Suicide is never pretty. It's never pretty, or dramatic, or overplayed. It's not edgy nor ironic. I can define suicide as not being a thousand things, but I can not finish the sentence "Suicide is."
Nothing I say will make it better right now. Things fall apart. For lack of a better term, shit happens. Somehow, although I will never meet you, I want you to feel better.
Could you please email me? Internetnovice@live.com