Tuesday, April 9, 2013

There's nothing funny about suicide jokes.

I know I'm overreacting and some people are just trying to lighten up the situation but there are a lot of ways to do that. If you want to strike up a conversation about it, then do so, but be respectful. Don't text everyone saying SUICIDE IS IN TODAY! WHO WANTS TO BE IN? HAHAHA like it's something to laugh about. How would you feel if you killed yourself and everyone you wished to care laughed about your death instead?

These people drove themselves to the extreme for a reason. Because of people like you who don't give a care about their lives. Their families are grieving. How could anyone have bones to just toss these families' pains aside just to prove how cool they are just because they can laugh about matters like this?


People suck.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

I've always wanted to do this.

Sit on the passenger side of the car, you behind the wheel, greens and blues whirring past as your foot hits the gas.

I look up at you and see something I've always wanted to see.

I didn't even know I was waiting for you - I was just sitting on the steps of my house, wondering why I was even there - until you came.

You took my hand and held the door for me, and then you said, "Where do you want to go?", and I said, "Nowhere in particular."

And so here we are, driving to nowhere in particular, letting the air be filled with comfortable silence, making conversation with the words we leave unsaid. Your hand reaches for mine, and I let you hold it for as long as you wish to, because there might not be another time.

After all, something as magical as this, if this surely is not a dream, then it is a fragile reality which we must thread on carefully, for the slightest shift can make it shatter.

Your face is calm. You are not smiling, but you are happy. I can tell by the twinkling of your eyes, there are words swirling in your mind, words you don't dare say because they might not make sense. Oh, but how they do.

I roll the window down, fill my lungs with the fresh, cool air. Closing my eyes, I squeeze your hand, and I know that you know what I yearn to say.

I've always wanted to do this.