I was planning this whole build-up thing in my head to get to the point, but honestly...I'm just going to stick with blunt facts. It's easier that way.

So...in the time that I've been on Wattpad, two people I follow have taken their lives. One recently (just yesterday), and the other a couple months ago.
I didn't know them very well- I don't even remember why I had started following them. But...I'm stating this because there's something in particular that's fucking with my brain.

Four days ago.

It's crazy how a person's mood and view of life can change so quickly. And yet, this is also normal. Like breathing, eating, living. Suicide is something...expected, almost. We try to save them, and we usually fail.

But that's not the point of this chapter.
It's an important point, but it's not one here.

No, this point is far more...
Selfish? Is it selfish?
I don't know...maybe. Probably. I...

Nevermind. I don't think I'll finish this.