Happiness & Suicide

It's weird you know. I have this friend whose in a few grade older than me. And we became good friends, and he's really nice and all. We talked a lot, and he said he was going to ask someone in my grade to go out with him. I was truly happy for them, especially when she accepted. They were both really happy, and I became closer to his girlfriend even though I did know her before. Things worked out well for a while until one day she cut it off with weird excuses. He was crushed. And became extremely depressed that day. He was worried about her because she was also really depressed. He asked me to talk to he, 'cause he couldn't and I did. So here I am, talking to two kids who are horribly depressed talking about suicide and all. It was hard, and weird. I know both these people well and I hated seeing either of them like this. I guess you think I would say next that this is a unhappy ending. But it really isn't. It's quite happy.

A few hard dodging days later. They figured out their differences and are not back together. I feel extremely pleased to see them both happy and healthy again. And I even feel happier. (Which is a hard thing to do when it's exam week.) And as a gleefully exclaimed that to him, he responded in a similar less dramatic way, saying he was happy too. This may seem like a small trivial post, but to me it means a lot. I helped stop my friends from doing something they regret by telling them my own story of suicide and pills. For a few days after their breakup, I was truly scared for the girl... She seemed dead serious about over-dosing. But I know my description/speech helped keep her sane. So it's good in my book.

Kinda random post I know... But yeah... I felt like I needed to get that off my chest... Even though I'm opening this to the web... But that's not the point in the end. Maybe next time. I'll post my most recent iTunes random song choices... That's always fun...