I guess I sometimes do understand why people do it
or attempt to, anyway. Life does get tiring from time to time... it sometimes gets too painful too. And that's why I myself have de*th fantasies though I always envision them as something good like drowning in a bathtub full of melted chocolate or by laughing so hard I'd suffocate.
I somehow understand them, at least partially, and I too have thought about it but what makes me different is that I won't do it... I just hope I do stick to that idea.
Ah... damn teenage angst.
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