Suicide is like that. It's scars those it leaves behind. Open, festering wounds, yearning for some way to go back and undo the damage. But you can't. It's the most terrible kind of permanence that exists.

For many of us, humans and myself indeed, thought of suicide is simply a part of life. This is horrible, gaping hole that seemingly has no way of being filled. Like some kind of singularity, it draws us in.

Inescapable...

And then one day, you feel true pain. No matter how weary, no matter how tired you are, you can't show it out.

To do so would be to dismiss others pain. To diminish their pain. To reject the one thing that keeps those you have loved, and lost, alive: your memories.

Just brain wash your memories and start from zero; a new begging. With no more emotions, no more kindness. Stay ironic and cold hearted... It will break you at the end...