I realized today that things are not always what they seem. Someone close to me wanted to commit suicide today and literally dragging that person away from their death hit me kinda hard. I may not be ready to kill myself, but I'm certainly not dragging myself away from my death. I'm just sitting here waiting to die. I don't live. I exist. I function. I pretend. But I don't live.
Maybe I should go skydiving or something