I want to go.
Everyone here knows why. If you are reding this you genreally understand what it feels like to be suicidal. To want to leave, go to sleep and never wake up, depart this life. I want out.
I knew a girl who killed herself in college. I don’t blame her one bit, but what really struck me was that despite how small, quiet, invisible and inconsequential she was in life, her death had the most enormous effect. There wasn’t one person unaffected by her act, no matter how remotely they were connected to her. She is not remembered for the person she was, she […]