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April 19, 2008
The first time, the tears are simply of confusion. A year of high school hasnít quite got what it takes to shake your infantile belief that everything will be OK. Friends of yours donít die. Such pathetic, clingy, faith is only confirmed by the eventual good news.

The second time, youíve gained the capacity to imagine death. You still donít quite believe that could happen, but you realise it could. It doesnít, though youíre still crying.

The third time, it dawns on you that something must be terribly wrong.

...It took you three suicide attempts to know that? How perceptive.