It is not possible or not easy to make people understand what suicide feels like. Feels like… indeed, one needs to feel it. Suicide is nothing else but an act of love. Suicides don’t always kill themselves because they don’t love themselves, suicides like me kill themselves because they do love themselves.

I very much love everything about myself, but what I don’t feel is appreciation from others. Far too few others to live a happy life in society anyway. Some people also are jealous of my open-minded way of thinking. They are jealous because they can’t see how to take control over your life as an individual, the way I can and enjoy.

It is very difficult for a fixated suicidal to keep friends, a fixated suicidal can be silent about everything, he can be open about anything including suicide, or he can be depressive and pessimistic. This is the way one drives friends away, with or without knowing so. And they run away because they are scared like a baby inside, though they try to cover it up by being mean and degrading suicidals. But don’t worry, it’s no use, suicidals know.