Suicide Notes

I’m still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together.

“You may think you’re fine, but you’re not.

Then we spray other crap around to try and make it smell better, like the whole planet is someone’s old car and we’ve hung this big pine-scented air freshener from the rearview mirror.

I know they’re hoping I’ll say something about why I did what I did. So for the record: I just felt like it.

And just because your life isn’t as awful as someone else’s, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.

They don’t like it when you end things the way you want to and don’t wait for the way it’s

“supposed” to happen. What if suicide is the way it’s supposed to happen? Do they ever think of that?

Why is it okay to put someone to death, but it’s not okay for those people to do it themselves?

But kil ing someone is wrong, and I don’t think suicide is. It’s my life, right? I should be able to end it if I want to.

“How do you real y know if anyone loves you?”

I wish I could talk to her about how I’m feeling right now, about how I hate being in this place