A B3tan
commited suicide not too long ago. Seemed a nice guy too; just mixed up. Depression and suicide don't always go hand in hand. One of the clever agonies of depression is knowing how suicide will make others feel. There were times I considered it. But to die that way would make my dad think he had failed, and he hadn't. Or some poor train driver who might always wonder if he could have stopped in time. Even in death, you heap pain on others. The sort of pain that you can't stand in the first place. It is no win.
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TheSundaeLunch I'm a fucking shrub, alright?, Sun 6 Mar 2011, 18:00,
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I think my dad thinks that anyway,
he keeps trying to convince me I'm autistic or something for having no ambition, and I don't think my mum will ever forgive me for not wanting to learn a musical instrument when I was at school.
I keep meaning to read this guy's book
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Moon Girl Technologies horrendous beanbag, Sun 6 Mar 2011, 18:06,
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