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90.1/365 - l.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Every time I go on Six Billion Secrets, I cry my brains out. I cry for the hopeless, the depressed, those with low self-esteem. I wish I could just tell every single one of these people that if there's no one out there for them, there's me. I don't even know them and I shed tear after tear for them. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. My heart goes out to anyone who has to resort to such a method. I wish I only met them, because I would care. I want to show them that life can be full and rich despite everything they've gone through, that there is someone out there that will hold their hand in their darkest hour. I'll listen to them, hold them, be there for them. I won't be like those mourners who say, "It's such a pity. They were so beautiful." I would tell them they were breath-taking and perfect before they killed themselves. |