After all, they'd never ever make it to college if you loaded up the .38 one March night and blew holes in the loved ones. Yes, March can be pretty darn depressing. There's so little to live for, so little sunshine and Stevie Wonder, so long to go until summer, and then, when summer comes, another winter is just over the horizon. I don't blame you for wanting to end it all. You've got a right to die, to be dead, to end ad this godawful depression.
Death is peaceful, cold, and damp . . .
On the other hand, death might be hot . . . On the other hand, it's not your fault. You've just made a few bad decisions, that's all. Like being born, for one. Whatever you think about weather, it changes.