addicted to suicide

I’ve heard it countless amounts of times. ‘The future is out there man, you just have to find it.’ But, what happens when you don’t care what the future holds? When you are limited to a world that pays no attention to itself, and there’s nothing going on, ever.

Human emotion and excitement are beheld to themselves and occasionally others. But, the excitement held is generally surrounded around something that someone else is doing that is so compelling, to one, that they get excited. I’d count one of ten is held because of self worth, or even self worship. We’re all a waste of time.

How often do people excite themselves? I can easily account for myself; as also; you can account for yourself. I won’t gage knowing what you know, but I will assume with an excellent accordance.

I can suppose that you are now assuming that I only excite myself one out ten times. I can somewhat agree with this being that I said it. Or maybe, you didn’t think that at all and I just ran myself into the ground on my own. (insert winky/Smiley text face)

Now after all that, I can tell you that a doctor would tell me that what I just said is a large case of suicidal ambition. I would reply, everyone has suicidal ambition. Did you know that roughly about every hour and a half a teenager commits suicide. Suicide is the eighth highest death rate, falling in at thirty two thousand people a year. This is of course the numbers from the united states, not the entire world.

What’s the point in this last statement? Easily answered with viable reasoning.

I’m addicted to suicide.

I like the way the word rolls off your tongue.

I like reading about ways that people have killed themselves.

I like laughing at people that fail.

I like the way it smells.