Aaron Swartz's death was a punch in the appendix. It was his age. It was the industry I work in, filled with hundreds of budding Aaron Swartz's. It was the way he left the building and why he chose to do it. And not at the very least, the immense waste of talent.
At this moment in time, you can find hundreds, maybe thousands of In Memoriams to Aaron Swartz. You just have to hit up Google. So I am not going to talk to you about individual liberties, and political activism and government persecution, other people will discuss it better and with more eloquence.
So I only came in here today to say this:
You are never alone as you think you are. If you are not coping, get help. Talk to someone. Call a friend and say "I am not okay." It's four words. Maybe they'll be the hardest words you ever have to say, but you have to say them for someone to hear you.
I don't know what your problems are from this side of the screen, but the solution isn't to leave a hole in the universe where you used to be.
I don't think Aaron could have been able to see how much he would be missed either. Seriously, talk to someone, anyone. Don't bottle it all in to build up to a decision that is completely irreversible. Someone would miss you too.
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