I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

I had never killed myself before, so I had no idea what would I want to listen to when it was too late for me to skip to the next song. Like, maybe when you're dying, you actually want to hear something really upbeat.

Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

This should have been a red flag, I realize in retrospect. Working really hard on anything is, by definition, not cool.

It wasn't an effect of alcohol. It was more like we got drunk on the night.

Of course, as always, there is an arbitrary, invisible fence in place. You can't see it, but it will always keep you out. It will always encircle happiness and keep you out.