You know, every time someone I know decides to kill themselves, it kind of saves my life a little bit. Because I look at the reactions and the aftermath and the fallout and the sadness and, like, it never plays out quite the way I imagine the person was hoping it would. The people you never wanted to hurt are always devastated and scarred for life, and the people you hoped would be bowled over are nonchalant, if not downright cavalier in the face of it.
And it’s just, like, if I can’t even hurt the right people with my pre-meditated death, I may as well keep chipping away at this life thing, and see if I can’t come up with a better plan in the meantime.
