But that’s the interesting thing about suicide. It’s a personal thing, perhaps the most personal thing of all, the very last measure of control. Thus, having someone else do it doesn’t count. Instinct will revolt if the executioner isn’t you.
Yeah, drugs are so damn glorious they shut down the part of your brain that dishes out common sense. If you, like me, didn’t have much of it to begin with, you’re royally fucked.
every person you meet is two or three bad decisions away from being a junkie, homeless, dealing with a horrible disease, or getting a bullet to the back of the head.