she asked me, “why do people think of suicide? or why do they think it’s their only option?” i could not compose myself, i could not construct any words to answer.
mostly, i could not be mad. maybe, i envy her. i lost my innocence way too young, that drives me to do things she was asking me.
I've always envy her. Sometimes, I couldn't think of things she could be sad about. I've always think she has the perfect life out of all of us. But I also couldn't say that she's being insensitive or inconsiderate. Anyhow, someday I wish that she'd know things about this manner, and just clearly be open-minded about it. Mental health is important