If you’re that depressed, you obviously don’t feel very many real emotions. Which means you cant comprehend the fact that you have family and friends that care about you. That’s understandable to an extent. But if there really is no one that cares about you, then there’s no one that you have to consider when you make that decision.
But instead of killing yourself, why dont you just get the $%&@ out? Leave your basement, leave your house. Leave this unforgiving country. Go on an adventure. Spend your time doing something awesome. Depression comes with not being able to feel many emotions: most of the time you dont feel fear. So do something that usually would scare you. Do something amazing. Track down terrorists. Go be James Bond or go freerun on Tokyo rooftops. Go fuck up a shark with a harpoon and grapple hook. Danger? Fuck that, it doesnt exist. You were considering killing yourself before. Your death chances were close to 100%. You’re being safe now. Fuck everything, man. The world is now your playground.
Im thankful that i’m not depressed enough to be suicidal, but if i was, i’d probably enjoy it. I’d pull the gun away from my chest, point it in the sky and start a fucking revolution. I’d LIVE. I’d make some money. Move to Venice, skydive over Bahamian islands, drive a twin supercharged Koenigsegg CCX in the Autobahn, maybe even ride a motorcycle at 200+mph. Bang some Italian women. STD’s? Who gives a fuck?
And maybe when I’m done, maybe i wouldn’t want to kill myself anymore. Maybe i would have cured my depression. Because I’ve seen how beautiful this world is.
