I don't think I'm suicidal anymore, I just think about death a lot as a sort of failsafe. If it ever gets to a point, knowing I could take myself out seems extremely relieving. I don't search for it anymore, I know it'll either come to me or I'll bring it to myself. The option is nice, either way. I feel morbid thinking about it so often, but that's where my thoughts linger I suppose. I don't fear dying, although I used to plenty. Maybe that's why it brings me peace now? A lot of things bring me a sense of peace, but death has to be at the top of my list. I've struggled with MDD since I was eleven, that maybe explains it in my case. It's a very dark place to be, but I'm oddly comfortable with it considering the type of shitty hand I was dealt with. So emo. So, so emo. I would've gone crazy on MySpace. K, I love you.