My dads’ cousin just hung himself. I’m not going to the funeral – I met him maybe once and barely remember him. Yet it makes me feel… I’m not even sure what. Sad doesn’t quite cover it.
I’ve been thinking about suicide myself for several months now (have considered it many times before, but this is the longest prolonged period where it has seemed the only solution). I guess that just always makes me feel sympathetic to those who do go through with it. More than a year ago an actor, rather famous in my country, killed himself. I wasn’t all that much of a fan of […]