Suicide Notes

I’m still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together.

“You may think you’re fine, but you’re not.

Then we spray other crap around to try and make it smell better, like the whole planet is someone’s old car and we’ve hung this big pine-scented air freshener from the rearview mirror.

I know they’re hoping I’ll say something about why I did what I did. So for the record: I just felt like it.

And just because your life isn’t as awful as someone else’s, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.

You’ve got to keep some stuff to yourself, otherwise there’s no reason for people to get to know you.

No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together.

No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together.

And I wonder how many of us get out. I wonder how many of us are “happy.”

Isn’t falling in love a lot like losing your head?