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Wow, you really captured what's it like to be depressed here. Every time I try to write like this I think no one will understand, but you managed to pull it off. I can relate to Draco's thoughts here so well. Good luck with both the story and working everything out that's going on in your head. This story seems really personal, which is great. I'm looking foreward to reading more, whether or not you find a beta.

This is just the story for me. You see, I'm twenty four and I tried it two years ago. Long story short, the actual intent is now gone, but the depression that comes with it comes and goes. Whenever I fail to do something or to do it right, I find myself back to wishing something would happen, an accident or a sickness, to put an end to my life. I realized it might be better for your family if you die in an accident or sickness than by the big S. I no longer have the guts to take matters into my own hands after I saw what it did to my family. How it hurt them. I don't wish to hurt anyone else. I am a lot better now but, I still haven't discussed it with the few friends I have openly, despite the fact that they most obviously know. I'm more comfortable when people already know and I don't have to tell them, it's still hard coming out and telling what I did to someone who isn't a phsyquiatrists or psychologist. It's still hard to let go of the habit of wishing for the easy way out when things get hard. It's a very deep-rooted abit I'm still fighting to eradicate off myself, a day to day strugle. Perhaps the answer is trying to find others who tried it too, and then I wouldn't be so lonely. being with other people and helping them with their problems cheers me up because then I don't have to remember mine. I wish in my country they also did the therapy group thing.

I kept laughing while reading Draco's POV because it's so similar to the way I think when I'm depressed and thinking of dying (not necesarily of killing myself, just dying, somehow). I know I'm a weird case because I still laugh and make jokes when I tried to off myself, for some odd reason people think suicidals should always be gloomy. I am not always gloomy, but when I am, I am, well, self-destructive. I think I'm the proof that constant depression and suicide don't always go together.

Anyway, this might sound strange but reading your fic really brightened my day, it made me think of us, the people who have tried it, as something other than freaks, just people... people with an emotional ailment, but still *people*... It was nice. Thank you, and I hope you continue. ^_^

i need more. its like i learn so much from your story and i enjoy it!!

Interesting so far.

Soooo need chapter 4!!! What is his new nickname going to be?

Soooo need chapter 3!!!

"I don't teach you. I love you. The love will teach you."

i loved it poor them.