Saturday, May 19, 2012
The internet is fucked up
I don’t even know where to start.
Not too long after my father died in 2001, I wept as Kaycee Nicole lost her brave fight with leukemia.
Or so we all thought.
Jaded, disgusted, we turned a blind eye to others who cried out for help and support.
Like the poor guy who became (in)famous for what’s probably the first online suicide.
Or like this girl.
Or like a thousand others whose voices cry out for help, day after day, hour after hour, ad infinitum.
I’ve never posted what I felt was a cry for help. I post facts about the bipolar’s affect on me. If it was a true cry for help, it would be obvious, like so many others are.
People wonder where the parents are, why aren’t the friends helping out, why isn’t anyone reporting these things to Tumblr, YouTube, whomever…
I don’t have an answer. I wish I did.
There’s absolutely no reason I should come across stories like Olivia’s. EVERY YEAR SINCE 2008 I HAVE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE ON THE 1ST OF MAY. BUT I THINK I’M NOT GOING TO FAIL THIS YEAR.
That, my friends, is a call for help. Plain and simple.
I think we’ve all been burned by people on the internet falsely representing who they are…
But the fact remains, when it is so obvious that there is something wrong, someone needs to do something.
I’ve made mention here about the fucked up kids I’ve met on tumblr, and I do go out of my way to message them and try to help them feel like they can get through this, they can stop cutting, they can fight through the Ick…
I’m only one person.
And it sucks.
If I had seen her video on my tumblr dash, you can bet your ass I would have said something to her.
Would it have helped her?
I don’t know. Probably not.
People that desperate to end their lives normally do succeed.
The internet is a fucked up place, full of fucked up people… but that’s no excuse to ignore something like Olivia’s video.