I've talked a few people out of committing suicide, which is almost hypocritical as I've been suicidally leaning for awhile now, not like a couple days awhile, more of since I was 13-14, which is over a decade now, but at that time I kept swearing it off as bullshit to do with the "antidepressants" they had me on, which only seemed to make me tired, yet unable to sleep, and make it near on impossible to "get it up" which in itself is like living in hell when you've got no friends, your family is a warzone, and the ONLY piece of pleasure in your life is masturbation, and those pills took it away... hell they tried like 5 different kinds of medication hell even mixed em and none of them did anything asside from depressing me more, or that one combination which made me feel like I was hulking out constantly, and couldn't feel anything but hate and rage.
I still wonder if I really saved them, or if I merely convinced them to continue suffering...
Capcha: "whoops a daisy" ... goddamn you capcha, stop reading my mind!