If only

If only I'd had the chance to meet Sylvia Plath while she was still alive.. I'd have gripped her shoulders and given her a good hard shake till her teeth ratttled, and then told her to get a hold of herself and quit living in her delusions of suffering and pathetic self-pity.

Its not that I don't understand why people turn to suicide. Its not like I've never had thoughts of that nature before. I'm just saying, its a no no. Quit entertaining thoughts of such nature and it won't lead to any action that may not let you live to be able to regret.