It's all going to fucking hell.

It's been six months and the only thing I feel is me telling myself I feel like shit.

This is a circular thought.

On one hand we have the argument that the worst you can do is to run from the feeling, instead of embracing it.

On the other hand it's not helping beating your head with it.

Because maybe then you will be stuck.

I feel I'm doing the wrong thing even though I know I'm doing the right.

I don't think I can realize what has happened.

I'm actually able to think that she'd hung herself without it hurting too much.

I've been in this process with the psychiatrist, on how to work with these elements that seem disturbing to me. I think it was good, compared to the other psychiatrists.

I seriously have the notion that you can't allow yourself to have these problems when you're this privileged. I mean it even seems embarrassing.

Why should some rich white male get a break only because some rich white female took her own life, I mean, can't we just enjoy this liberty? Or maybe there is some strange connection.