matthew-quick

I found posts about how to slit your wrists the "right way", so you will actually die, and that depressed me, because people actually post stuff like that, and even though I wanted to know the answer, so I could weigh my options, that info maybe shouldn't be on the internet...But really - why do some people post the correct ways to commit suicide on the internet? Do they want weird, sad people like me to go away permanently? Do they think it's a good idea for some people to off themselves? How can you tell when you are one of those people who should slash his wrists the right way with a razor blade? Is there an answer for that too? I Googled but nothing concrete came up. Just ways to complete the mission. Not justification.

There's a lot for you to live for. Good things are definitely in your future, Leonard. I'm sure of it. You have no idea how many interesting people you'll meet after high school's over. Your life partner, your best friend, the most wonderful person you'll ever know is sitting in some high school right now waiting to graduate and walk into your life - maybe even feeling all the same things you are, maybe even wondering about you, hoping that you're strong enough to make it to the future where you'll meet.

The whole time I pretend I have mental telepathy. And with my mind only, I__l say _ or think? _ to the target, 'Don__ do it. Don__ go to that job you hate. Do something you love today. Ride a rollercoaster. Swim in the ocean naked. Go to the airport and get on the next flight to anywhere just for the fun of it. Maybe stop a spinning globe with your finger and then plan a trip to that very spot; even if it__ in the middle of the ocean you can go by boat. Eat some type of ethnic food you__e never evenheard of. Stop a stranger and ask her to explain her greatest fears and her secret hopes and aspirations in detail and then tell her you care because she is a human being. Sit down on the sidewalk and make pictures with colorful chalk. Close your eyes and try to see the world with your nose__llow smellsto be your vision. Catch up on your sleep. Call an old friend you haven__ seen in years. Roll up your pant legs and walk into the sea. See a foreign film. Feed squirrels. Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. Just don__ go back to thatmiserable place you go every day. Show me it__ possible to be an adult and also be happy. Please. This is a free country. You don__ have to keep doing this if you don__ want to. You can do anything you want. Be anyone you want. That__ what they tell us at school, but if you keep getting on that train and going to the place you hate I__ going to start thinking the people at school are liars like the Nazis who told the Jews they were just being relocated to work factories. Don__ do that to us. Tell us the truth. If adulthood is working some death-camp job you hate for the rest of your life, divorcing your secretly criminal husband, being disappointed in your son, being stressed and miserable, and dating a poser and pretending he__ a hero when he__ really a lousy person and anyone can tell that just by shaking his slimy hand _ if it doesn__ get any better, I need to know right now. Just tell me. Spare me from some awful fucking fate. Please.

Sounds like the start of a beautiful friendship, Leonard. It really does._ __ere__ looking at you, kid.

You're different. And I'm different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.

That's basically the mantra of Herr Silverman's teaching - think for yourself and do what's right for you, but let others do the same.