Michelangelo once said, "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free." I'm stuck in the marble.

Writing someone out of suicide is harder than you'd think. It was just supposed to be an English writing assignment. It was never supposed to turn into this. It was just supposed to be an assignment in co-working on something. It was never supposed to end up like this. It was just supposed to be a paper on something controversial. It wasn't supposed to be real. It wasn't supposed to be my biggest nightmare.