My mum came up and took the painkillers off me. Then we had a long talk about stuff. I tried to explain my point of view. I don't think she got it. She started to cry and stuff.
People tend to cry when I tell them what I think.
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 Jul 25 2005, 2:43 pm
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Holy shit, Gug layed down the law.
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She stole my painkillers Gug. =(
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read some Nietzsche or Camus or Sartre instead of moping like a teenage drama queen. Reading is for cheaters, Gug! | |
And what were you thinking of doing with those painkillers again? End world hunger? Reform Islam? Fuel the first manned trip to Mars? Damn right she stole them from you. She should have tanned your hide too.
Let me put it plainly: whether or not there is a God, whether or not there is an objective meaning to the universe, whether or not you have only the best intentions, suicide under almost any circumstances is an admission that YOU FAIL IT! Granted, the fact that you are interested in philosophy and all those "impractical" things suggests to me that you have the makings of a non-failure, if you can just stop bitching, if that's not too tall an order. | |
Holy shit, gug did it again.
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Wow. Why don't I know Gughunter. He pwns.
Gughunter Said >> suicide under almost any circumstances is an admission that YOU FAIL IT! He has a point. Don't give up. Pussys give up. I say, Lifes rough, Get a fucking helmet. | |
suicide under almost any circumstances is an admission that YOU FAIL IT! I dunno, I kinda like the idea of failing. =| It means less effort. I can't be bothered to do stuff. | |
It means less effort. I can't be bothered to do stuff. Whatever floats your boat, Neville Chamberlain... | |
I dunno, I kinda like the idea of failing. =| It means less effort. I can't be bothered to do stuff.
Meh, I don't know what religion you have, and I don't know much about religion, but I doupt the underworld is all peaches, and cream. =P | |
Gug, I thought I was supposed to be the bad cop!
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I swear, Gug beat me to saying it. Fast bastard <_<
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No, really? Just because you call your mother a bitch and a whore on the Internet, you piss and moan about having to do light chores, and do your level best to make everyone wonder if at any given moment they might say the wrong thing and push you over the edge to killing yourself? Yeah, I have some experience of people like that. If you really want to wax poetic about meaninglessness, at least have the decency to read some Nietzsche or Camus or Sartre instead of moping like a teenage drama queen. Damn.