Isn´t life just a game of forgetting that we play? We all make mistakes and have mistakes made against us. But how many people don´t just wrap those mistakes up and keep going? It´s the ones who don´t that we often forget, and when we do remember them, it´s always in a bad way.
It is more socially acceptable to say that your sister or friend has died of AIDS or cancer, than as a result of an eating disorder or depression. Why?
A depression kills just as slowly and sneakily as one of the other aforementioned diseases. It´s NOT any less common, than everyone thinks it is, it´s just a taboo, a sign of so-called weakness.
´That girl has cancer.´
´What a shame, she´s so young, and such a beautiful person. What did she do to deserve cancer?´
VS.
´That boy committed suicide.´
´He probably did it as an act for attention and the situation got out of control.´
Well, first of all, why would anyone want any attention from YOU, you horrid person? And second of all, what did HE do to deserve a miserable life, followed by a miserable death?
Ever thought of the answer to THAT?
"I know what conscience is, to begin with. It is not what you told me it was. It is the divinest thing in us. Don't sneer at it, Harry, any more - at least not before me. I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous." Oscar Wilde (The Picture Of Dorian Gray)
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