What is it about suicide that is so appealing? I actually don't understand. Is it the lack of life? If it is, what could possibly be so bad that you'd not want to talk about it, that you can't possibly run away from it without killing yourself? I admit to having been suicidal in the past... I'd even planned it, but this time, it's not about me.
I don't even know what to say, this has devastated me beyond all comprehension. At least she's alive... and if she ever comes back into my life, I can ask her WHAT THE HELL?!
I've been sitting here for hours, trying to distract my mind but it all keeps coming back to "why?"
I want to write a poem. But where to begin? What to say? How can I get mad at someone who's so broken, they're willing to throw it all away?
I'm just so confused.
I started my first day as nanny today and got the call at around noon. It happened on Friday. It's a secret. How do "secrets" such as this get out? It amazes me...
If you're ever that alone, let me know, I'll be there for you and anyone else who just needs someone to talk to.