Person

So there's this person who I can't remember their name. I miss the shit out of her randomly for some reason. Yet, I haven't seen her in like five years. Jesus Christ I feel old, when I haven't seen someone in five fucking years. I think I remember the name now. Why is it that we think of random bullshit at the oddest of times? I just can't stop my mind from wondering for some reason. Kind of like this blog. So people killing themselves is on my mind right now for some reason. I think I should write something about that. Suicide is kind of serious. It's not like you have any proof you're going to be OK after it happens. Why do it? Depression. Some people think that life is really just not worth dealing with anymore. No hope is obvious. Well fuck, if we just die and don't go anywhere after life, I'd rather deal with pain. With life comes suffering. It builds your fucking character. So is there ever a point where you would be better off killing yourself? I suppose when the pain will outlast your life. That kind of situation does happen. But, how good of a judge are you going to be, when that time comes? I probably am the worst person to talk to about all of this. I only have my opinion, just like everybody else.