On Saturday I was talking to a friend of mine out in the interwebs. He was in a very blue mood because his father cussed him out... again. If it isn't hard enough to have that revealed to you and you can't think of a thing to say to make him feel better or get him out of that scenario, it gets worse when I admit that I don't know what to tell him. He says he understands but even people in meatspace don't know what to tell him and whatnot. I make the dumb move of asking "Just how bad is it?"
The answer. He basically tells me about this incident shortly after a botched suicide attempt when he got chewed out by his angry dad for not correctly putting cans away or something lame like that, the last line being "Go try to kill yourself again, I don't care you worthless piece of shit."
This is a friend I've knew for a while via msn, so the story really got my heart. The more damming thing though was that... well, he attempted suicide! He might do it again! I may never talk to him again. I may never even know his dead.
I hear my mom tell me its dinner time, and I get to the stair landing when I sat on the first step and wept for a while. Fortunately no one saw me do it. Wouldn't want to explain to my mother that I was weeping over some guy on the internet.
PS: I don't care that this guy might be lying. At the moment I believe him, though for all I know he could be a group of eleven girls who get their jollies by posing as men on the internet to embarrass other girls. Its still a sad story.
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