Friday, April 5, 2013
Sometimes I think, and think and think and think, about these people I've seen who have killed themselves. And people I've known who have killed themselves. It's a thing, in my head. Ah God, it's a sad thing, I don't know what to do about those thoughts. They don't present themselves as a general rule, not as a normal thing, not on a regular basis. It's enough to just have those thoughts for a few seconds a month, enough to remind me of how awful being awake can be. But it ain't all the time. It's just a sad sad thing. I think it needs to be known at least, that sadness. It should at least be known, because ignoring it would be giving it the ok.