Today was the first time where I was alone and got lost in a country where I did not speak the language. It actually wasn't that bad but I hope it’ll never happen again.
Anyways, I hung out with my aunt today and she told me there had been 3 recent suicides at the university. I don’t know what the deeper issue behind tragic incidents like these are, but from the surface all I can assume is that there’s too much pressure from those who look over them (aka family). But of course, it’s just a very shallow assumption.
I think lost people just need a hug.