No one has the big picture in mind. It’s sad. Everyone is preoccupied with their little pointless material things and pointless humdrum routines to really look at what happens after everything is gone. What will you have left? Where will you go?
I guess I’m still pretty mad over what someone said to me. Someone I never expected to say such a thing. That if I end it, he won’t go to my funeral because he can’t glorify someone who does that to themselves. I never once asked for glory or sympathy. Only for an understanding ear. Maybe to be talked out of what I want to do. And you say that to me? Glory? No, suicide is not to be glorified, but I sure as hell never asked for glory. Only peace.
I thought better of you. That actually really made me mad. And right after you said “Alright, gotta go”. And I said “Have a nice weekend. And week. And life.” And since then haven’t spoke. Guess I scared him off. Well, that’s one loose tie I don’t have to worry about.
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