Everything is gone forever.

Tunes in my head: A Strange Day by The Cure
Atmosphere: Okay. Happier.

My head turns into dust.

Why do people get this unexplainable urge to kill themselves at points? It seems so useless.

And yet it sometimes seems like the only escape, doesn't it? It seems like the only way that a person can get away from their problems.

Will it really get a person away from their problems, or will it just create new ones?

I mean, sure, the person doesn't have to directly deal with the existing problems, whatever they may be. But then, the questions are never answered.

It's like an analogy I once heard for relationships. People sometimes hold back the most valuable piece of the puzzle - the cat's eye that creates the whole personality of the piece.

So if a person permanently takes themselves away, they take away the ability to one day complete the puzzle.

And what's the worth of that, right? It's an incredibly selfish move. How dare they have the audacity (no, not the program, Bas) to take away something that would cause a lot of people joy?

Yes, I know. From my own personal perspective, suicide has looked good. One in eight, in fact. But right now? Life is getting better. It's not fantastic, but at least I don't feel like flinging myself off a cliff.

Possibly because of the jigsaw. If any one of us goes, then pieces will be missing. And isn't the beauty of the puzzle the completed picture?