6 years ago today.
Every 15 minutes someone in the U.S. dies by suicide. Here are the warning signs I was completely ignorant to back in 2004 and am all too aware of now.
Every 15 minutes someone in the U.S. dies by suicide. Here are the warning signs I was completely ignorant to back in 2004 and am all too aware of now.
I ran out of money after chasing a startup dream into a China dotcom bubble
...that had just burst.
Susie heard I was out of money.
I hate asking for money.
She knew I hated asking for money.
So she wired me money.
Without me ever asking.
It tied me over for a month.
A month is all i needed before I landed my gig.
A gig that took me through an amazing 5 year journey in Shanghai.
I paid her back from my first paycheck.
I hate owing people money.
She knew I hated owing people money.
She wasn't expecting a thank you.
Especially at the expense of my stupid pride.
I was that kind of little sister then.
I did send an emailed thank you.
But I never said thank you the way I should have.
Looking back, I wish I did.
Another year, another round of bittersweet memories
that come to mind at the end of each October.
"When all is said and done, success without happiness is the worst kind of failure."
- Louis Binstock
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“Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to.”
– Anonymous
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask for it.
They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you.
It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.
It hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love.
~ Neil Gaiman
...No. I don't exactly hate love. But you have to admit, these block of words are pretty awesome.
