It almost seems depressing in itself, but for me it seems to help. I wonder if anyone else does it too. Often times I look for those around my age who have killed themselves, and I listen to the parents and friends write or talk about it. It is a strange sort of therapy, I guess it puts in perspective how it would be had I been that person. It does, however, make me cry like nothing else. I feel so much sympathy for these people, and I don't just mean the ones left behind. As much as I have tried to remove myself from sentimentality throughout the years, this seems to be one of the more effective things I have done at the lowest points. And I do mean low, those moments right before I may have done something I would regret.