A friend of mine took her life last Tuesday. We buried her Friday. You would think her death and the pain I am feeling from losing her would make me NOT want to kill myself, but I am starting to feel like maybe she had the right idea, maybe I am even a little bit jealous, isnt that a horrible thing to think, I am so confused, and I still want to die, even though I miss her so much and my heart aches for her family, I still want to do it. I must be crazy. I am just so sad and lonely, I just don't see the point in living anymore.