And when I come in here and realise that I've written half of what I did last year, I feel super duper guilty.
(I guess if you wanted to know why I'm not around so much anymore.)
Through the grapevine, I heard that someone I used to be friends with is in a mental hospital after trying to kill himself. When I was first told this, I didn't believe it.But then there are people who can't stand the noose of normal life. Who look for the maddest and most flamboyant ways to self-destruct. Those who hold tragedy like badges of honour. Who think the bravest way is to die down and out.
I believed it after I thought about it.
