Valerie Mangion         

Thursday, March 9, 2017, 2:43 a.m. Ellis actually thought I would sleep better, now that Tucker is dead. Isn’t that cute? 3:55 a.m., after taking a hot bath with epsom salts and baby oil: “I was fascinated to hear of the suicide of an octopus, trained for a circus, that had been accustomed to do tricks for rewards of food. When the circus was disbanded, the octopus was kept in a tank and no one paid attention to his tricks. He gradually lost color (octopuses’ states of mind a

September 19, 2001 I told her how suicidal I’d been during August. I told another friend when I talked to her earlier in the evening. I’m not sure why I’m telling people now. They don’t need to know that. They both said they’d be devastated if I killed myself. Maybe I told them so I’d hear them say that. It’s so horrible, how I was able to completely block out any thoughts of my friends while I was planning my death. I have trouble explaining to people the overpowering force