attempted suicide.
never once in my life did i ever think it would hit so close to home.
i feel sick that i cannot comprehend why or what could subject a person to such a state.
i feel sad that i do not understand depression.
i mean i know what it is, i just can't understand it - or how incredibly insensitive i feel to think that a depressed person is selfish.
and above all, i am guilty for always being the trigger to an explosion.
i suppose it all boils down to how differently people function.
it seems i blog; and repeat stories over and over and over; and cry.
this post may be extremely incoherent.
but the last thing i would like to say is that today, i learnt that amidst everything else, my sister will never ever accept me for who i am; and i guess i wont be the only one in the family going to hell...
