why i disappeared.
where i've been all this time.
but first,why i tried to kill myself,right?
it's OK.
people do.
they measure themselve againts me.
it's like this line is drawn somewhere in the world and if they never cross it,
they'll never consider throwing themselves off a building or swallowing a bottle of pills
- but if they do,they might.
people figured i crossed my line.
they ask themselves,
"could i ever get as close she did?"
the truth is,
there is no line.
there's only their life,
how they mess it up,
and who is there to save them.
or who isn't.
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