The life of a porn addicted housewife.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Ever since that day I have not been able to shake this odd feeling that I have.
Here I was, sitting in my living room, having a good time messing around on my computer like always, while 75 feet away a man was ending his life.
If I had known what he was doing could I have saved him?
What could possibly have been so bad in his life that he felt the need to die?
I just keep thinking that he was there dying while I was so close and yet I had no idea.
I did not know him at all, but that does not mean I wouldn’t have helped him. I would have done anything I could to stop him if I had only known.
It’s both sad and a bit creepy. Hopefully the feeling goes away soon because I do NOT like it.