Wrong. None of us know how much time any of us have left. It could all be over in the next 2 seconds for either one or both of us. Or we could both live another 50 years. Not knowing how much time remains is what makes the remaining time precious.
No, killing yourself over a dog is crazy talk.
No, I want to be where she is. But that will come in time.
Door...meet Ass.
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Face meet middle finger.
"Most people"? Did you ever put you hand on your forehead and think..."Gee...maybe it's me."?
Nope, not even a little bit.
Good, then I'm in good sane company.
Am I?
Especially if you kill them.
I've never killed anyone. Not even myself.
Oh, so you've already been to a shrink and got your anti-suicide pills.
Pills aren't the answer. Love is the answer.
As long as you keep taking them....but then what if you stop? What are you going to do with those guns???
As long as I keep taking what?
Yes, more so than you, no pills, never any suicidal or dark thoughts.
Oh, I bet you are not. I can tell that you don't have any insight into what creates happiness. And my thoughts weren't dark. Just because you aren't able to understand them doesn't mean that you should fear them.
Eternal darkness....OoooKay.
>> Did you ever put you hand on your forehead and think..."Gee...maybe it's me."? <<
Nope, not even a little bit.
Well you should. It's the right thing to do.
>>I'm in good sane company.<<
Am I?
No, you're the mayor of Crazyville.
I've never killed anyone. Not even myself.
You thought and talked about it.
As long as I keep taking what?
The anti-suicide pills you are supposed to be taking.
I can tell that you don't have any insight into what creates happiness.
Sorry, I deny that suicide creates happiness.
And my (suicide) thoughts weren't dark. Just because you aren't able to understand them doesn't mean that you should fear them.
More crazy talk.
When there's a knock at the door, don't shoot them. The men in the white suits will be there, trying to help you.