Elliott
Rodger is on my mind. Like yours; if you are able to make time to think about it.
Events that curdle cocktails at a flaming hot party. My sorrow, after the relatives of those who were murdered, bubbles in the notion that we still won’t talk, move, or protest, for the ballooning results of mental illness. It’s just beyond what I can handle without rage or tears.
HOW MANY MORE YOUNG MEN HAVE TO SHOOT BEFORE WE FEEL THE BLOOD?
Someone is out there that could push the button, or keyboard, or text, or Instagram, or whatever the newest drug for attention is, and say, LET’S TALK ABOUT MENTAL ILLNESS.
The most uncomfortable conversation for any family.
The inner voice where gaps of expression are liberated. 
I hope I get a million views..haha
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Hi, This is so relevant – thanks for putting it out there. How u doing? WZ
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