Thread:User talk:Armondikov/Suicide

Buk put it best: "Something is in me that I can't control. I can never drive my car over a bridge  without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an  ocean without  thinking of suicide. I mean, I won't linger on it all. But it  will flash on me: SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the darkness. That there is an out helps you stay in. Get it? Otherwise, it could only be madness. And that's  no fun,  buddy. And whenever I get off a good poem, that's another crutch to keep me going. I don't know about other people, but when  I  bend over  to  put  on  my shoes in the morning, I think, Christ- oh-mighty, now what? I'm screwed by life, we don't get along. I have to take little  bites out of it, not the whole thing. It's like swallowing buckets of shit. I am never  surprised that the madhouses and jails are full and that the  streets are full. I like to look at my cats, they chill me out. They make me feel all right. Don't put me in a roomful of humans, though. Don't ever do that. Especially on a holiday. Don't do it."