patron saint of sacrifice

I am Holden Caulfield-esque and don’t like to let go of things and prefer things to stay the same. And I was such a fan of the band—I never wanted it to end, even though maybe it should’ve. I would do whatever it took so it could continue to go for the greater good. Sometimes it breaks your back, but you do it for the right reasons.

the thing is, that even if I was genuinely suicidal and wanted to commit to it, nobody'd know. I'll just wait till my parents go to our village house, and do it.

To that last anon: apparently your parents never taught that if you have nothing nice to say, don't speak. Or are you just naturally that rude? At Helen: I think you're lovely, my dear! Hugs and kisses to you!