Suicide

Well, today was an interesting day. Someone who thought they couldn't take it anymore obviously couldn't. And jumped in front of my train. Now, I'm all for freedom of choice, but ending it all in front of a train somehow smacks of the ultimate in attention seeking. Futile, if there's no life after death, but still. Anyway... should you feel the need to top yourself, please don't do it in front of my train. I appreciate your life may be an angsty shithole, but there's always razorblades and a nice bath. It's alot easier to clean up too, unless you dont get many visitors, and your cats get hungry. You know how the little buggers are for hiding the choice cuts under the sofa.

On an unrelated note, what is it with the Alastairs of this world? Every single Alastair (or any similar spelling) seems to have been a complete and utter buntcubble (deliberately spoonerised). I'm sure there are some really nice Alastairs in the world, I just seem to be hitting the far edge of the probability curve and catching all the arseholes.

On a somewhat related note to the first article, angsty goths, when threatening to commit suicide with a (butter) knife, do no appreciate being given a bloody great big, and more importantly, sharp, carving knife and told to "Do it properly". Ah, the memories we have of college years.