First of all on a personal note; I'm starving. It is currently ten forty seven pm and I haven't eaten since six am this morning. Why? Mostly because I don't want to. This can not be good news.
I am not in the best of moods and nothing is helping. I'd rather feel empty than uncomfortably like a failure.
However I do have an actual purpose to this blog. Something that hits home.
So last night I was reading a book containing lots of suicide letters. I have decided to study them and how they are written by different age groups, sexes etc. It's rather morbid, yes, but allow me to hand you over to last nights musings;
The night of Feb 11th: 2011.
I've decided to take a look into the world of suicide letters. I find it fascinating. Most people don't understand suicide; I do.
I believe that suicide letters can both help us understand the reasoning for the suicide and leaves us more confused and isolated. I don't believe suicide is a selfish act or a selfless one. It's neither surprising or scary to me; I believe it is part of life.
Perhaps they are much happier than us where ever they are. Perhaps not. For them it may have been the best option (although I believe there is always hope, many aren't as sure.) These letters will hopefully help me gain both inspiration to write and perhaps help me relate. It will also give me admission into the deep and melancholic mind of others.
Here endith the lesson.
I am not in the best of moods and nothing is helping. I'd rather feel empty than uncomfortably like a failure.
However I do have an actual purpose to this blog. Something that hits home.
So last night I was reading a book containing lots of suicide letters. I have decided to study them and how they are written by different age groups, sexes etc. It's rather morbid, yes, but allow me to hand you over to last nights musings;
The night of Feb 11th: 2011.
I've decided to take a look into the world of suicide letters. I find it fascinating. Most people don't understand suicide; I do.
I believe that suicide letters can both help us understand the reasoning for the suicide and leaves us more confused and isolated. I don't believe suicide is a selfish act or a selfless one. It's neither surprising or scary to me; I believe it is part of life.
Perhaps they are much happier than us where ever they are. Perhaps not. For them it may have been the best option (although I believe there is always hope, many aren't as sure.) These letters will hopefully help me gain both inspiration to write and perhaps help me relate. It will also give me admission into the deep and melancholic mind of others.
Here endith the lesson.
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