I Think About Death

Ok. So, you're suicidal. You hate your parents. You hate living with them. You want them dead.

Here's your solution. Stop mooching off your parents who you clearly don't appreciate.

Imagine, they're dead. Both of them. Now what? You think you're just going to keep living in their house? No. Can you afford the electric, gas, water, sewer, food, taxes, repairs, etc? All by yourself? I doubt it.

I'll tell you what it will feel like. Lonely. Your identity, gone. Your history, gone. Your sense of home, gone. Your just a drifting, invisible orphan now buddy. Only it'll be way worse than whatever you can imagine all that to be like.

Quite honestly, part of me wants to punch you right in your ungrateful, heartless pansy face. However, you're clearly depressed, and we often don't think clearly when our hormones are all out of wack...we get so lost in our agony that we can see nothing beyond it.

You need to wake up though kid. Seriously, look around you! Can you take care of yourself, all alone? If not, you better get cracking on it. You're not a little boy anymore. You can't keep hiding in your parent's home while resenting them. If they don't treat you right, get out. Get. Out. Start making a life for yourself. One you want to live. One in which you can make yourself and others happy.

Norman bates😵