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Also, I’d like to sit down with any of the assholes that honestly think suicide is for “Cowards”

And promptly punch them in the face.

People that say those things have never been in that situation, so they cannot understand. They’ve never felt the emotional anguish on such a deep level, so they can’t know. It’s very common for people to say hurtful things such as “cowards”, but, I find that when they call the ones who have died by their own hands such names, it’s more because they actually care, and are upset that they couldn’t help them in any way, and not so much to be rude. It’s my firm belief that no one seriously wants another human to take their own life, no matter how much they may truly like or dislike them.

So, I wouldn’t call them “assholes”, but they are definitely ignorant, and need to sit and learn about depression, and other mental illnesses like it, before spouting off and passing judgment on others that have seen and traversed darker places than they’ve ever even dreamed of.

As someone who has been one pull of an index finger away from destroying themselves, I can say with a fair amount of certainty that it’s something that, unfortunately, needs to be experienced firsthand for one to truly understand. Though, I pray that they never do go through it to such a level, but rather just learn to understand the thought processes of the depressed more clearly, so as to lend a more educated helping hand.



If anything comes from Robin Williams’ death, I hope it brings more awareness to depression. Even someone so outwardly upbeat and full of life can succumb to depression.

I hope male pattern depression and the suicide epidemic get some light shed on them, with a mind to it that’ll stop shit like this from happening.

The original point there is actually very good. Robin was always so fuckin’ peppy and upbeat it was almost inhuman. But, sadly, behind closed doors, not everyone can be like that.

Depression is very serious. It’s one of the most frightening and terrible things someone can go through, especially when those close to them don’t understand what it truly is or how it really works.

Never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to go back to work tomorrow. This weekend has been hell. I’ve been so bored and angry about being bored. There’s nothing to do (me having absolutely no money doesn’t help, I’m sure). I slept for most of the day on Saturday.

I just can’t work up the motivation or drive to do anything. Everything I do bores me within 15 minutes of doing it, then I angrily stop, put it down, and get a headache from being so annoyed and confused, as I don’t know what to do.

I think one of the problems is that I just don’t have anyone new to talk to anymore. That’s not a knock to my current friends, but some fresh blood would be great. However, I’m a massively unlikable jackass, so there’s that.

Okay, rant over. To bring it full-circle: Sweet, tomorrow’s Monday!

Watching the World Cup matches is a lot of fun, but it’s bittersweet for me. I played soccer/futbol for a few years when I was in gradeschool. I wasn’t really good, but I was decent and had a lot of fun.

But, unfortunately, I had to stop due to my heart issues. The soccer games were actually where my palpitations and chest seizing first started to happen, so my dad and my brother (who were the coaches of my school’s team) told me I had to stop playing the next year.

Shoot, that’s when I slowly started gaining weight, too. I was skinny as a rail back then. Now I’m a chunko.

Well, that was depressing. Put myself in a bad mood.

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