I'm not exactly the suicidal type, but I do have my tendencies. I've contemplated suicide quite a number of times, but I just don't see the justification of taking my own life just like that. I want my death to have an impact on the universe, or the very least, the world. I don't mean like people weeping and sobbing over my dead body. I mean like mayhem, destruction, and devastation, all in my name.
I want people to remember me as someone who had a very big impact on the face of the earth. I don't like acts of terrorism either. If I want to be recognized, I want to be famous, not infamous. I want the world to shudder in respect, chanting and singing praises in my name. I want to be a god, with a capital G.
My biggest problem is, I have no idea how to achieve anything I've mentioned above, so I guess I'll stick to living. It's got me thinking though. We've all heard of the five stages of dying. I wonder if I'll be able to stick to those rules. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance. I think I'll skip the denial part. I have already accepted the fact that we're not immortal. We have got to go sometime. But anger, heh. I won't leave this life without a blast. The world will feel my fury. Mountains will crumble, and seas will roar. Bargaining, what the fuck for? Depression, it's for pussies.
Well, After a couple of minutes of reflection, I guess if I were to leave this life, there are only two stages of dying for me. Anger and Acceptance. For the meantime, I roam this lucid earth, miserable and bitter. And I am loving every single millisecond.
Cheers Bitches.
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