An old friend e-mailed me this morning to let me know another old friend has sadly decided this life was not for him. He went in one of the worst ways I can imagine, he put himself right in front of a train and waited for impact.
How shitty must your outlook on life and everything around it be if you come to the conclusion that all that is left for you to do is to throw yourself on the tracks? What anguish, what heart-shattering pain, what sheer and utter loneliness must you feel for that option to be the best, or indeed only, option left?
My heart bleeds. The world just lost a shining star.
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