Comments, Irritation and Movement

Okay, long story short: I got fed up with this stupid blog telling me that nobody can leave comments. So I'm moving to a different address, where comments can be left.

www.mypersonaldeadend.blogspot.com

-Lukas

...but could you forgive yourself...

This girl I know needs some shelter
She don't believe anyone can help her
She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage
But you don't want to get involved
You tell her she can manage
And you can't change the way she feels
But you could put your arms around her...
I know you want to live yourself
But could you forgive yourself
If you left her
Just the way you found her

Protection: Massive Attack

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What would make somebody want to commit suicide? Isn't there always a reason to keep living? Amazing people, days with blue skies and just enough clouds to have personality? How about chocolate and coffee and laughs? Do people wanting to commit suicide give up on themselves, or on the world?

This isn't just random. Someone I knew committed suicide, and the song made me think... well. Good night all. I should be getting some dessert. Live!

-Lukas

PS: I'm really grumpy at this Blogger thing... I can't get comments to work on my fricking blog! For now, I guess I'll just keep posting to the air... *sigh*

You?

How often do people stop and wonder: what defines me? Easy answers come to mind, but the easiest answer isn't usually the right answer. How much of your character is how you want to be perceived? How much is just conformism? How much of you is really there? People are dual-natured. I am, and the odds are good that so are you.

Have fun in this deceitful world!
(Just so you all know, I'm going to FAIL CHEMISTRY!!)

-Lukas