h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I hate life sometimes. One moment you can be going along, maybe not perfectly content but well enough, and the next you are cast into a pit of molten hell.

I just recieved word today that a friend of mine was killed. Apparently, he was wondering on some railroad tracks and a train came a callin. No one is sure if he was just drunk, or trying to commit suicide. Damn it! Suicide is such a cowardly act... life may be hard, but it's the challenge of living that makes it all worth while. My sister and her husband are down there now, trying to console his family in any way possible. I wasn't able to go, I had work and other previous engagments to tend to.

Why did he do it? Was life so unbearable that he felt as if he must end his life? This may sound cold and heartless, but I have no pity for him. I almost hold him in contempt... how dare he ruin the lives of so many others with such a selfish action? Sure, life sucks, but that's just the way it is. You stick it out and keep on living. I don't know... this has just been one of those weeks. I'm just hating life at the moment.