Leland: Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.

Sometimes suicide seem inevitable.

Life is constantly shitting on me. The one person who can make it all better doesn’t even want to spend time with me. I constantly do things for her to change my plans to fit her schedule and the one time she promised that we can spend the night together I get blown off. She doesn’t even feel bad. Thanks.