I’ve always thought about killing myself. It’s been the one consistent character trait I’ve had since I was three, and I don’t know why I feel this way. Today at work, I realized that suicide seems to be the only way for me to go. I don’t know when, where, or why, but it’s all I have. I don’t have friends, I have people that I call friends, but I don’t have the emotional fortitude to have any real emotion for anyone. That is relatively new, it started when I was seventeen. Now here I am, 21, on a suicide blog. I don’t want to […]
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Over the years I have known several people that have successfully ended their lives.  None of them have been true friends but just people in my life that I have known.  The most recent is a man , for the most part well respected in the community, very generous with his time, great with kids, a professional and a very active member of the church.  I was one of the few that knew he was dealing with manic depression.  (Isn’t it odd that we can pick them out immediately, almost like they had  a scarlet letter around their neck but only visible to us, […]