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That was... a considerable amount of digression on the subject of life/death and the fear of it. Everyone has fears over their own life, and everyone is afraid of death to an extent. None of that, however, is the point. It is not dying that I'm the most afraid of, but the idea of dying while yelling 'not like this'. Not dying in itself, but the way you die. The idea of fighting through life to die alone is what I cannot take. The longer I fight, the more evident it is that I should give up and accept it, and the harder it becomes at the same time. It isn't a problem with death, but with the end of life, with how it ends. Suicide is a way to cut your losses before you those grudges and regrets, that 'time spent fighting', pile up. It is a rejection of a future of worthless strife that ends in a miserable death anyway. If it'll end like that, I'd rather break it all myself already. What's so wrong about that? Not everybody is meant to hope. Not everyone has a place in the world, some people are meant to be under it and cannot climb up no matter how much they try. Not everyone can accept it, so some people end up choosing to leave the entire world by their own hands. Can you honestly frown upon that? Can you, in good faith and conscience, look down on someone and tell them to keep writhing down there? You're not a fairy. You cannot honestly tell a puppet that, if it learns to be good, it will someday become a real boy. That is my point. You cannot take any responsibility for it. You can tell a maggot that it can become a human if it keeps struggling, but when it turns out to be impossible after all, all you'll be able to do is shrug and say 'well, that's life'.
This may seem harsh, and I'm sorry, but I really, utterly despise nice platitudes. Non-committing words of hope are empty and reckless, because, despite good intentions, they can cause more harm than if they were never said.