I just talked my friend out of killing themself(who will stay anonymous and
genderless in this entry).  They were so sick of there life that they tried to end
it; all of the yelling and fighting in their house, they felt like no one loved them
or was there for them but i was.  I used to be in that state and still do cut myself
from time to time still have scars from my most recent "escapade" so i know what they
are going through.  They said that if a someone crys for someone else then they care
and i cried.  All in all it ended with a smile and sense of accomplishment yet i feel
my work is not done because i know if i can't fix myself then how can i fix others?