for the past week, i've been intoxicated with punk rock nonsense, and i think it's finally starting to take a toll on both my mental state and my adhd-like thinking process. however, i do have something i would like to say: reading suicide notes are not for the faint of heart, at least that's how me and my fucked up mind registers it i guess. i feel that someone always has something stupid to say about someone taking their life, and until we actually take time to open our eyes and not our mouths, we realize that it's not in the least bit "okay" in our society. much like major tragedies like the queen's death back in 2022 or 9/11, in a way, every suicide is a tragedy and should be treated as such. knowing the good ol' saying "no man, woman, or child is left behind", i can't fathom how heart-shattering people feel when they know a member of their family forced themselves to stay behind. but when the dead provide us a form of writing on a piece of paper acting as their final words to this cold, desolate place, you're left with a choice: to act like a goddamn pussy and ignore the words or be a considerate person and read them. and when you read them, just know that whatever they wrote might mean something. so please take a moment to think about the words they wanted you to know, the words they wanted you to remember them for.

don't fucking kill yourself. continue loving yourself, and at the end of the day, i guess it is better to burn out than fade away...