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My neighbor refuses to drag his trash can up the driveway, he pulls it with his hand sticking out the car window as he drives.

Dear readers,

I hope you all know that today is Suicide Prevention Day. If you didn't, I hope I just made you care. If you don't, go reevaluate your life purpose.

I've never known a suicide completer, but I know people who have been depressed to the point of planning or even attempting to take their own life. I've never been there myself, but I can understand that feeling of not being good enough, of not feeling important, of trying your hardest to connect with someone but feeling alone regardless. And I can tell you, it gets better. It's not even a cliche, it's a truth.

Everyone faces their own challenges and everyone has their own set of circumstances. You might be right when you say no one understand what you're going through. But that doesn't mean they can't understand how you feel about what you go through. If you ever feel down, just try talking to someone. It can make a world of difference.

Back-to-School Blues. (Draft 9.1.12)

I suppose I've been living in some sort of a bubble this summer, some sort of selectively permeable barrier that only my geeky old friends, my geekier new friends, and all their geeky influences can cross. (And clearly it's affecting me. I just said "selectively permeable".) And now that school is impending, I've been trying to figure out what everyone else has been up to. I don't want to be completely left in the dark come the first day. I expected the usual- long weekends at the beach, basking in death sun rays, lots of swimming and internet surfing... But it's taken one awful school football game and about two hours of Facebook stalking to figure out what everyone else has really been up to.

So now you want to know why I've been in my own little bubble rather than with everyone else at the mall or the pool? Because I don't share their interests in

• dancing around stripper poles
• discovering what a rush 4LOKO gives
• grinding on each other
• drinking, a lot, and then possibly driving
• taking pictures of my own ass
• saying "luhhh youuu" to each other
• fishing for compliments from horny and hormonal teenage boys
• hooking up with mediocre football players, and then showing up to games with their name painted on their stomach

(For the record, not everyone did this. My friends and I spent the summer either at marching band or doing our homework. The only parties we went to involved lightsaber duels and takeout Chinese food.)