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Oh, wow. This is sad news. A boy, not too long ago commited suicide...and he only lived about two doors away from my aunt. It's sad, really because it makes you realize how short life is. It's weird, because I was reading his obituary and it seemed like nothing was wrong. He had a family that loved him, many friends, and was the star athelete in track, wrestling, and football. Though, he alwasy thought he had to be perfect. His mom said it was probably secret built up emotional distress from past relationships. All this makes you realize so much. And it's funny, he is...or was, in the same situation as me. Come to think of it, it could have been me, in that paper. But, by God's grace, remnants of sanity (laugh), and people to talk it through with, I live today. It's just, what if I did drive the knife deep enough? What if someone didn't see through my mask? What if...I was him? I just wonder all these things, and how he seemed so like me. I wish he were more like me, becasue then he'd be alive right now. No one deserves to die before their time...no one. Even if it's self inflicted. I believe, your time of death isn't written when you're born, or by chance or beleif...I believe that your time of death is when you choose it to be. Because, either way, suicide, you choose to kill youself, getting shot, you choose for it to happen because you went to that place, car accidents, you choose because you weren't careful. Anyway you look at it, it's your choice. I'm probably not making much sense am I? I don't care...since when do I? It just makes you realize how fragile life is...
 Othello_ollehtO · Fri Jun 06, 2008 @ 01:26am · 1 Comments |
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