Suicide, and why it's a bad idea.

There isn't any real message to this post apart from the fact that it's about you. Yeah, you, the kid staring at this screen, maybe in a bad place, maybe alright at the moment. Either way, this is for you, if you ever need it.

Everybody matters. Every single person is important. A lot of people really close to me have been in bad places where it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. Hell, I've almost ended up there sometimes, but they've all got through. And you can as well.

As a close friend of mine told me, and I'm sure he won't mind my quoting him, and repeatedly using his ideas here. 'You are made up of particles that once were, and one day again will be, stars. Some part of our universe combined in an incredibly precise manner at incredible odds, to create you, and to shape you into who you are.'

And it'd be a shame to throw that away.

There are a lot of things that are wrong with the world, and I'm sorry that some of it happens to you. I won't pretend it's going to get better, because it might not. The world doesn't turn on fairness, after all.

It comes down to if you can stand to continue, and if you can't.

Whatever's happened to make you feel how you do now, I can't take it away, make it better. But there's going to be something around that you wouldn't have had if you gave up. Be it a glass of orange juice that tastes perfect, or a sunrise on a shitty morning. It's not much, but it's something.

And everything that led up to this moment in your life, if you're reading this in that bad place or somewhere else entirely, it made you the fantastic person you are today. And if you think you're not that fantastic, I do. I really do. Because as The Doctor says, he's never met someone in all his 900+ years of travelling that isn't important. We all have our part in life, and you're doing yours awesomely.

So find something to distract yourself from whatever you want to do to yourself, if you can. Listen to a new band, read, draw and try to decide what the shapes mean, dance. Dress up, go make yourself a cup of tea. If you'd rather just curl up, cry it out, that's good too. It's a good stress-reliever.

I don't know if this helps anyone, but just know that I care, if you found this by accident, or if you have it saved away for when you need it, and you're more than welcome to send me a message if you're in a bad place. I'm easy to talk to, honestly, and we can trade life stories until you realise I'm really lame and can't stop laughing at my stupid jokes, and forget about your incredibly valid reasons for not wanting to play ball with the world any more.

Focus on the fact that despite everything, you're alive. You're here, reading this. And all those things you're feeling are legitimate. They aren't stupid, or ridiculous. If they matter to you, then they're very real, and you don't deserve to be judged because some people don't have the same problems as you. People that tease you, they're bastards, ignore them.


Most people are so preoccupied with living that they never stop to consider what it is to be alive. So pay attention to being alive, because I'm so fucking glad you are.