I wanted that sweet exit at around 16. I had evidence enough to conclude my ontological deviation from a slavish, content human being. The kind of inclination that can only cause suffering and that psychs can't treat since it's inseparable from existence. In the absence of answers I've settled on acting irrationally like some self-sabotaging caricature.
If I had just embraced the teenage hormonal chaos I could have actually CTB without all this additional existential fluff appended. It's like I've grown a tumor since then and he's evolved into a sick, jaded old man, who reminds me of his presence with psychosomatic symptoms. A potentially beautiful few days leading up to a thought out suicide were taken from me. That is enough reason for me to spit on any argument made against suicide, from any member of this alien race I'm forced to communicate with daily. That decision was supposed to be my last possession but it was abducted.
Human consciousness is the most hellish thing the universe has randomly devised. It moves on nothing but desire and creates so many cruel games. All of these games are delusion and become substitutes for truth by wide participation. At their root they're enforced by guns and knives. I don't care about some imaginary future where this tribal game is merely a choice. The "pro-life" lawmaking mob is the sneering face of humanity showing its pure disdain and disgust for anything and everything casting shadows of doubt over the tea party.
There isn't even equality in the dying process. Look how many people they're pushing toward some violent method. Criminals in politics backed by the law and excused because inaction in the face of pain isn't a big deal. These are the worst kind. ""Pro-life"" indeed, only we're not all living the SAME LIFE, are we?!