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.

Not that there are any secrets to keep anymore. I think I’ve told al of mine.

Part of me wants to stay here where people sort of understand me. But I know I have to leave.

I think that’s a law of nature. If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.

No one’s got it al together. I don’t think you ever do get it total y together.

I’m stil kind of a mess. But I think we al are.