(#) RyanCyanideKiller 2012-08-27I'm so sorry this is happening.
Author's responseThanks. It means a lot. I've said that like five times but that's all I can think of. I'm sleep deprived, upset, and slightly happy because I'm drinking hot cocoa. Yes, we should talk. I'd really appreciate it.
(#) XxPerfectTomorrowxX 2012-08-27Oh boy.
Why does your brother blame you?
Whatever happened I'm sure it's not your fault. Neither of you are at fault.
I bet the last thing she wanted was for her death to hurt those she cared about.
I know me saying this isn't going to help but I don't know what to say and I don't want to say nothing because I know you're hurting.
I wish suicide didn't happen but it does, way too often.
Author's responseHe wasn't there to stop her. I couldn't break down her door. Soooo thus is the blame. You are very kind. It's gonna take a while for me to stop blaming myself. Saying anything helps me.
(#) XxPerfectTomorrowxX 2012-08-27That's no reason for blame to be applied. He's just in a bad place, but there is no reason to make you feel worse than you obviously already do (which is also for no reason)- you seriously don't deserve to put yourself through this, no one does.
If you need to talk then email me. email@example.com
I'm always willing to talk about anything, or help in any way that I can.
You'll make it through this. I promise.
(#) Mynameisnotimportant 2012-08-27I 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
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