Last night in the complex where I live, a nineteen year old man committed suicide by locking himself in the bathroom and inhaling some hideous concoction he had brewed up in the sink.
I did not know him. In fact, I did not even know he existed until the place became swamped with fire engines, ambulances, police vehicles, paramedics, and reporters around 10:30 in the evening. And by the time I knew he existed, he didn't exist any more.
It saddens me that the world can look so bleak to such a young person that he cannot see a reason to go on. I cannot imagine what it must feel like to not find a shred of hope to hang on to.
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