If you want to die you obviously don’t give a shit, like, about ANYONE. ‘Cause if there is anyone who loves you, you don’t give a FUCK about them, or hurting them, and if there is not, there’s no one to give a shit about.
So instead of killing yourself why don’t you just get the fuck out? Leave the basement, leave your house, leave the motherfucking COUNTRY. Go on an adventure; spend your time doing something awesome, like tracking down terrorists. Go be James fuckin’ Bond. Go kill a BEAR with a pocketknife. DANGER? Fuck that noise, you were going up against a 100% mortality rate before, you’re comparatively safe now. Fuck EVERYTHING, man the world could be your fuckin’ oyster.
Shit, sometimes I WISH I was suicidal, I’d pull the barrel out of my mouth and point it in the air, start a REVOLUTION, Live, travel to Barcelona or some shit, hit the bars, meet people who I’d never want to associate with, bang random chicks, STDs? Who gives a shit? You’re still living.
And then, and only then, when I’m done, maybe I wouldn’t want to kill myself, ‘cause I’ve seen the beauty of this world.
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