I Never Got Why…

October 4, 2011 | 5 Comments » | Topics: Awesomeness, Writing

suicide

I never got why people would kill themselves. If you want to die you obviously don’t give a shiet. like, about anyone. ‘cause if there is anyone who loves you, you don’t give a FCUK about them, or hurting them, and if there’s not, there’s no one to give a shiet about.

So instead of killing yourself why don’t you just get the fcuk out? leave the basement, leave your house, leave the motherfcuking country. go on an adventure. spend your time doing something awesome, like tracking down some terrorists. go be james bond. go fcuk up a shark with a harpoon. danger? fcuk that, you were going up against 100% death rate before, you’re being safe now. fcuk 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, bang some chicks. STDs, who fcuking gives a shiet?

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