It's Today?! - The Story of My Life

Who knows maybe with the incentive, I may keep this diary, and not just as a collections of rants, and updates ever time I get ill. I mean seriously, two entries in three years? Both saying "I'm sick"?

For the diary comp. Winner of May.

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5. Darker turns and forest Magic 11-5-15

Now it would probably be wise not to write every single one of these entries at 12am, but since when has wisdom been my strong point? 
Ah, well now, where to start on the last two days? My sister's camping trip maybe. So she'd been invited by a friend to a "moon daughter" camp, where they're supposed to become one with nature, and learn about the beauty of womanhood. It was run by these three rather hippy woman who are friends of my mother, and apparently the first thing they did was give the girls a special drink as their rite of passage or something. The drink was water from some forest somewhere, and they'd filled it with leaves, and left it in the sun for two days, and expected the kids to drink it. Apparently it tasted disgusting, and was called "Magic Forest Water" or in Russian, "vodka" except it wasn't vodka. That would be more sanitary than the magic stagnant water they were served. Funnily enough, my sister's not feeling too well. Granted the rest of us have all had a stomach bug, but I like to blame the forest bilge.
Dad left again, and started his new job today. Apparently he's already fixed the wifi, much to the joy of his colleagues. They can't believe they have it in their rooms now!

There was another jumper today. In my town there're two tall building that people like to jump off, but neither of them are tall enough. I remember there was one woman who tried it twice, same building. She recovered the first, then left her kid at the surgery next door, and just went and threw herself off. We always know when there's been a jumper because they have to be airlifted out.
My hometown is an unusual place. It has a particularly high suicide rate, 40% above the national average I believe. It's strange. You hear of a guy who goes missing. The next day they discover his shoes, the three days later they're pulling his body from the canal, pockets full of stones. I think his poster is still up in the swimming pool changing rooms... 
I remember a about a year ago, there were three suicides within a week, all along one street, and another a week later, up the hill. I started to wonder then if maybe there was something else involved. No one seemed particularly interested in my chemical leak, serial killer, and cult theories though... 
There's a lot of hanging. A woman who used to drive me to school hanged herself. She was found by her three year old son. So did all four of the previous mentioned people.
Another guy, a GP, came home one day. He'd been driven to the edge with stress. He went in, kissed his wife on the cheek, and went upstairs and hanged himself with his own tie.
The worst I find are the people who jump in front of the trains though. They often do it from the platform, and the trains not going fast enough. It just injures them.
And all that's not even to mention the people who OD. My hometown is a dark place...

Sorry for the rather dark and miserable entry, but to appreciate the good, we have to recognise the bad, and everyday must have its twists and turns, its highs and lows. Without them life would be fake. 

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