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angel_janeOkay, was walking into town to get a train to London and go shopping, decided to help my mum first with bills so we are walking to the post office when I look at the railway bridge and see this bloke standing on the tracks!
I am like freaked my mum is just standing there like shit! the next thing we know the guy starts to take of his clothes and I'm like shit dudes gonna commit suicide shit!
we went in the post office and train went past (one was due, I know the timetables off by heart I have to) and we checked the bridge no dude. We went to the station I wasn't so sure about going to London. I checked to see if the guy was still there, he wasn't If he had of been I would have reported it. I still feel kinda cold by it all. Needless to say I never went to London
But the one thing I have been thinking is why?
At the end of the day the best part of being alive is that each day is different and can't be counted on yes you can get long ruts of crappy days,but then you can get one pure blinder that makes up for it.
And another thing. Isn't life about sifting through all this shit and fucked upness and learning some very usefull things that should be passed down to others so they mighten't have to go through the same gut wrenching? What then is the point of dying before this process and not bequiething the world something small but tangible? And isn't this bequiethal something we owe not only to others but to ourselves?
I am like freaked my mum is just standing there like shit! the next thing we know the guy starts to take of his clothes and I'm like shit dudes gonna commit suicide shit!
we went in the post office and train went past (one was due, I know the timetables off by heart I have to) and we checked the bridge no dude. We went to the station I wasn't so sure about going to London. I checked to see if the guy was still there, he wasn't If he had of been I would have reported it. I still feel kinda cold by it all. Needless to say I never went to London
But the one thing I have been thinking is why?
At the end of the day the best part of being alive is that each day is different and can't be counted on yes you can get long ruts of crappy days,but then you can get one pure blinder that makes up for it.
And another thing. Isn't life about sifting through all this shit and fucked upness and learning some very usefull things that should be passed down to others so they mighten't have to go through the same gut wrenching? What then is the point of dying before this process and not bequiething the world something small but tangible? And isn't this bequiethal something we owe not only to others but to ourselves?
