I never get why people want to kill themselves.

So if you die, you obviously don’t give a shit about anyone who loves you. You don’t give a FUCK about them, or hurting them and if there’s 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 Bond. Fuck up a shark with a harpoon. Danger? Fuck that, you were going against 100% death rate before, you’re being safe now. FUCK EVERYTHING, man, the world is your oyster.

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. Move to Barcelona, hit the bars, band some chicks, STDs, who fucking gives a shit?

And then, when I’m done, maybe I won’t want to kill myself, since I’ve seen how beautiful the world is.