Don't worry. There's a happy ending.

[dreamer_easy]

Feeling suicidal gives you, paradoxically, a kind of power. You're in a kind of end-of-the-world, anything-goes state: all bets are off, no rules apply.

For many people this would probably mean an orgy of unwise sex, drinking, drugs, and generally crazy self-destructive adventure. For me it's more like "Hey! Let's blow off the gym, go to the mall instead, and buy a Spirograph! Yeah!"

There's more, though. A mate reckons suicide is, in part, an expression of anger. It's rage flowing in the wrong direction. We turn our urge to damage and destroy in on ourselves.

O my little cyberbullies, you should never pick on someone when they're suicidal. Not because they might do away with themselves, leaving you scarred for life with guilt. Because they're in the mood to wreck something, and it might as well be you.

I'm saved again and again as my pain turns itself into rage. Thanks for helping, you sad little turds.

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[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Obstinate, yeah. I was actually going to quit f!s, since apparently I can't even page through there looking for lols about Jeremy Clarkson's penis without some diseased turd-flinging monkey having a go at me, and then I remembered that the reason I hang out there is that a lot of fans are in pain what with one thing and another and they need to hear a gentle word in between the flying monkey poo.

tl;dr fuck 'em ;-)