In my opinion, suicide is something that depends on the context by which it is done. It, like a knife or a hammer, is a tool, and like any tool, it can be used as a weapon.

Most see it as an escape, that is easy. And humans have always had a morbid fascination with death, because we don’t know what’s beyond that veil. And I think most of us are plagued with those dark thoughts--What if I jumped off this cliff? What if I died right now? I could kill myself with this--and it is remarkably easy to push buttons nowadays. Death has always been a sensitive subject though. People die every day and we fancy it up, soften it like butter, because they passed away or went on a great journey or are no longer with us.

But suicide is one of those things that I can touch, can feel. It’s something personal. I joke about it enough, that that blow has been softened. I’ve felt its pull. And I wouldn’t say it’s an act of cowardice, no, it’s an act of escape, a way to release oneself from confines. The only way I would say it’s an act of cowardice is when it is a way to get attention and revenge. That, to me, is truly pathetic.

[Notes: Sorry for the word vomit.]