I'm ringing all the warning bells...

This week was too fucking dramatic to put it rather lightly. I'm not even sure where I should start, but in the interest of making it tangible, we'll start with a boy.

I probably shouldn't even write about him because whenever I write about how wonderful someone I've met is, I inevitably jinx and doom that relationship to die swiftly. And I don't want this relationship to extinguish. So, I'll just say that he's nice and I want to say a hundred million things about him, but I want to keep him and I'll stop talking about him right now. Or now. :)

Then there was the drama with 'F.' 'F,' who had decided I wasn't a very good friend to have around just days earlier, got in touch with me on Wednesday because he had tried to take his life twice in the morning before he went to work. He told me that he knew when he went home, he'd kill himself, that it wasn't a question of 'if' anymore. I spent some time convincing him that he needed to go to a hospital immediately. I was terrified that something very dangerous was going to happen and I was powerless to stop it from hapening. But, in the end, he made it to a hospital where I assume that they are treating him for suicidal tendencies and bipolar disorder. I haven't heard from him since that afternoon.

There have been so many secrets to keep recently. People coming into my life again and people walking into my life for the first time. It's hard to keep some, but it's the right thing to do.