Cave Johnson
November 3rd, 2011, 08:52 AM
So I've been coming on this website more and more; especially since I've started being depressed again. This also caused me to visit this particular section of VT more than usual and I have something I'd like to say (skip to the last paragraph if you don't want to hear my long story).
4 years ago I met the guy of my dreams. I didn't know it at first but he was everything that I wanted. We hung out for awhile before we had to go (I moved away). Then, 2 years ago, he moved here and we started to hang out again. He was the only reason that I started coming out to people and he is the reason why I realized I was gay in the first place.
After we had been talking for awhile I did something so stupid that I will probably regret it for the rest of my life (I skipped about an entire year but it would take forever to say it. If you want to know any details just VM me). I became so depressed that I tried to kill myself. Luckily, it didn't work and I got help from my friends.
This year, I started talking to one of my friends from Yarmouth again (where I was originally living). He seemed really happy to talk to me and kept saying that "he was so happy to be friends with me again". The only problem was, we were never really friends in the first place. I thought it was weird until last night when he explained why. A long time ago, he was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis and he was told that he would die before he was 30. A few months ago, he was told that he has lung cancer and he probably won't live past 25. His girlfriend had just cheated on him and he had no other friends. 2 nights before I started talking to him he had decided to kill himself. Now, he is finally starting to be happy again and he isn't so depressed.
So the point of all this is if you commit suicide, your not just affecting yourself, your hurting everyone; even the people you don't really know. If I had killed myself, they probably would have killed themselves and his ex would have probably felt guilty and killed herself and then who know what would have happened....
4 years ago I met the guy of my dreams. I didn't know it at first but he was everything that I wanted. We hung out for awhile before we had to go (I moved away). Then, 2 years ago, he moved here and we started to hang out again. He was the only reason that I started coming out to people and he is the reason why I realized I was gay in the first place.
After we had been talking for awhile I did something so stupid that I will probably regret it for the rest of my life (I skipped about an entire year but it would take forever to say it. If you want to know any details just VM me). I became so depressed that I tried to kill myself. Luckily, it didn't work and I got help from my friends.
This year, I started talking to one of my friends from Yarmouth again (where I was originally living). He seemed really happy to talk to me and kept saying that "he was so happy to be friends with me again". The only problem was, we were never really friends in the first place. I thought it was weird until last night when he explained why. A long time ago, he was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis and he was told that he would die before he was 30. A few months ago, he was told that he has lung cancer and he probably won't live past 25. His girlfriend had just cheated on him and he had no other friends. 2 nights before I started talking to him he had decided to kill himself. Now, he is finally starting to be happy again and he isn't so depressed.
So the point of all this is if you commit suicide, your not just affecting yourself, your hurting everyone; even the people you don't really know. If I had killed myself, they probably would have killed themselves and his ex would have probably felt guilty and killed herself and then who know what would have happened....