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CowsAreCool
Student
- Sep 21, 2021
- 149
In high school I very loosely knew a girl through a club I was in. She went to another school but I met her once or twice through this club. She committed suicide her junior year of high school by jumping off a highway overpass.
I hardly knew her, but I think about her all the time. I occasionally look up her family to see how they're getting by. I often find myself driving by the bridge where she jumped.
For one, We had similar interests and similar friend groups. We were both successful, driven students who fell from grace. I see a lot of me in her.
But I'm not sure why I think about her so much. I think I might be jealous. She's gone and I'm still here. But I've seen what she's left for her family to clean up, and it's terrible.
I often dream about being with her on that bridge, and talking to her. Asking her why. Telling her how it turns out for her family, and if she regrets it.
I'm not sure why I think about her so much. It might just be ideation of what she did. Or maybe I'm attracted to tragedy. Either way it makes me profoundly sad
I hardly knew her, but I think about her all the time. I occasionally look up her family to see how they're getting by. I often find myself driving by the bridge where she jumped.
For one, We had similar interests and similar friend groups. We were both successful, driven students who fell from grace. I see a lot of me in her.
But I'm not sure why I think about her so much. I think I might be jealous. She's gone and I'm still here. But I've seen what she's left for her family to clean up, and it's terrible.
I often dream about being with her on that bridge, and talking to her. Asking her why. Telling her how it turns out for her family, and if she regrets it.
I'm not sure why I think about her so much. It might just be ideation of what she did. Or maybe I'm attracted to tragedy. Either way it makes me profoundly sad