I think she's moving out, and I think she should. (It's a condo by the way; hence the shared wall.) There's no point in her living there if it will only bring her grief. I really doubt I'll ever see her again.

I'm a little hazy this morning after only 2 hours of sleep, but I'm still amazed at the neighbors' collective reaction, especially since none of us knew her. Some of us has spoken to him on occassion. It's sure comforting to know if *I* start screaming one night, lots of people will come running!

He seemed to have had a lot of pain and problems going on, judging from the stories I heard last night. Unemployed for a long time, doesn't get to see his kids very often, a history of drug abuse and prison time... but he had cleaned up his act as was doing well. The deputies said that they'd had a lot of suicides like this lately. I think maybe people are getting desperate; there certainly isn't much hope in the world right now, and I guess he couldn't find within himself. Ultimately, that's the only place that hope matters.

I know that people who are suicidal aren't rational, but he was rational enough to have planned a special weekend for the two of them beforehand and arranged for her to get a ride home from someone else. She was obviously the last person he was thinking about; so why not think of that detail, too? Well, I guess we'll never know.

Good thing I'm not a particularly morbid person, or I'd have to move out, too.