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Suicide is so surreal until you have to deal with it. To be so horribly unhappy that you'd be willing to sacrifice everything you truly love in life, everything you've ever known, and all for some unknown escape. I always swore to god I knew loneliness, and that I felt the distance, but I realize now I don't know any of it at all. We're all human, ( Read more... )

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I hate that no matter how much I sacrifice, no matter how much effort I put in, nothing is ever enough to break even in this. I'm always left stranded, left empty-handed. And what's worse is I always provide that perfect opportunity to redeem yourself, and every time you just pass it by. I don't understand how people can live their entire lives ( Read more... )

And the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly.

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You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

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It's a funny feeling that's horrible to the bone, the way love eats at you. You don't know you're raw until it hurts, and by then it's far too late.