The Blog of auroraborealis

Where I come from the weak are killed and eaten.     There is no mercy.    Asking for mercy is like saying are you going to serve me broasted or deep fried?    There are no such things as friends--if people can't use you for personal gain, to make money off of you, to use you to get ahead, you're worthless.    I can't take it anymore.

As far as I can ascertain, there are only a handful of circumstances where suicide is justifiable:

You are in the end stages of a terminal illness and all you have to look forward to is pain and decline.

You have just survived a nuclear holocaust, nuclear winter has set in, people are freezing and starving to death in front of your eyes and, to add insult to injury, your favorite TV show has been canceled.

The world has run out of chocolate.

Short of that, there pretty much isn't any reason to off yourself.   Everything else can be fixed.    But I'm tired.   So very tired.    I just want a little bit of warmth, a little bit of kindness, a little bit of mercy, and there just isn't any left in this world.

I had a bad day at work on Friday, a very, very bad day.     Honestly, I should be laughing.    These people are rank amatuers.    There's this one guy who fancies himself a "player."    If I wasn't so completely exhausted I'd find his efforts amusing.    But as it is, I'm extremely tired.    I just have very, very little fight left in me.    It's been a rough ride and I just wanted to coast for a while, just go off, work quietly, accomplish a few things, get some rest before I started taking on the world again, but that's not to be.    I'm only dealing with mosquitos, not tigers, but I'm tired and I just don't want to.   I just don't want to get out of bed anymore.

Razors pain you; 
Rivers are damp; 
Acids stain you; 
And drugs cause cramp; 
Guns aren't lawful; 
Nooses give; 
Gas smells awful; 
You might as well live. 

Dorothy Parker