As I was chatting with one friend…
…news came via instant message that another had died.
Please, any of you… don’t do this thing.
I know what it is to feel so alone. I know what it is to feel helpless and hopeless… absent of worth, of value.
But you are not. I promise you.
Damn, David, why? Really. Why, sugar, why?
Please, please do not do this thing. I beg of you. It is an all too permanent solution for a very temporary problem. Reach out for help. It’s there. I promise.