Kill Yourself

It is 4:23am. I am in the worst mood ever. Here is a list of reasons that you should kill yourself.

1. You will probably suffer from some debilitating mental or physical illness in your lifetime. It might be a cancer that destroys your internal organs and forces you through many painful treatments before it kills you. Maybe it’s a painful heart attack. Maybe you will develop¬†schizophrenia¬†or bipolar psychosis or paranoia or some other mental illness that slowly strips you of your ability to interact with others and destroys your relationships with everyone you love because they will only ever see you inside of a hospital.
2. You will not accomplish all the things in life you want to. You’ll probably spend your life struggling to stay afloat and live day to day feeding yourself. Your novel, your symphony, your masterpiece, your movie, your building, your epic project will – if you’re lucky – go unfinished. Most likely however, it will go unstarted.
3. This paragraph, taken from the book Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe:
“And left alone to sleep within a shuttered room, with the thick sunlight printed in bars upon the floor, unfathomable loneliness and sadness crept through him: he saw his life down the solemn vista of a forest aisle, and he knew he would always be the sad one: caged in that little round of skull, imprisoned in that beating and most secret heart, his life must always walk down lonely passages. Lost. He understood that men were forever strangers to one another, that no one ever comes really to know any one, that that imprisoned in the dark womb of our mother, we come to life without having seen her face, that we are given to her arms a stranger, and that, caught in that insoluble prison of being, we escape it never, no matter what arms may clasp us, what mouth may kiss us, what heart may warm us. Never, never, never, never, never.”
4. The human race gets less intelligent every generation. What you think of as intelligence on your part is simply an ability to understand the frivolous gadgets of the modern world. Neither you nor anyone you know will ever be as smart as Thoreau, or Poe, or Hugo.
5. This quote, by French playwright Antonin Artaud:

“If I commit suicide, it will not be to destroy myself but to put myself back together again. Suicide will be for me only one means of violently reconquering myself, of brutally invading my being, of anticipating the unpredictable approaches of God. By suicide, I reintroduce my design in nature, I shall for the first time give things the shape of my will.”