You've got a hill to climb then tomorrow so the last thing you should be doing is hopping on poal and fucking around asking us all to give you best wishes and luck tomorrow.
I'll be fine, the officer liked me, I just feel bad for talking to him.
Did you give unsolicited facts about the holocaust or jews?
I told him my reasons for not wanting to live.
Not the typical 'aww my life is shit' sob story reasons.
I told him that I had a very bad day at work. I told him that I liked to help people.
I told him that I have a very difficult job, much like he has, although his job is probably more difficult than mine.
I told him that he probably gets to help more people than I do.
I asked him if he had ever made a mistake at work. He didn't reply.
I told him that I made a minor mistake at work. I told him I really wanted to help out a lady and her family that day. And, it really wasn't a huge mistake. Something really small.
But it ruined her day.
I told him that I had tried as hard as I could thay day, but that I was operating off of incomplete information, and I was not perfect.
I told him that it was just unfair, that you can try so hard to help people, want to help people, but you can still inadvertently add misery to the universe.
He told me
Well, uhhh, you need to get help with that
And I told him that I had tried. And there really isn't much help. Because I'm not emotionally depressed, or chemically depressed, I'm depressed because I am never perfect, and even when I'm trying my best to make someone else's day great, sometimes I make it miserable instead.
I think that's why he didn't charge me for as much as he could've.
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