Monologue. It's been a while.

Hey, at least your happy.

I am by no means a religous person.
Never have, never will be.
Giving me the full right to state the following:
I will perfect the idea of suicide.

Now, if i believed in god, im sure by now the church
would have banished me and labled me a sinner.
Unholy.
Unwanted.
But, joke's on the religous system.
I'm already there.

In today's society it is nothing less than common courtesy
to tell someone battling depression and/or suicidal thoughts,
"but, you have so much to live for."
And, we have to give society credit for this because, for once,
they got something right.
We all do.

We all have the abillity to change.
To grow, to become stronger. Smarter.
More beautiful, more pleasing, obedient.
We can conform or rebel. Get a job, lose a career.
Get married, fall in love, break a heart, have a kid,
adopt a baby, complain, shut up, get better, get worse.
We can exersize, we can buy the biggest freaking television
known to man just to have the bragging rights which, sadly, was
the real purchase we made that day with 96 hundred smackers.

But then again, we all have the abillity to die.
To kill ourselves and be happy. Even if those around us
might not be so content with our actions.

And sure, they'll hate and curse and scream and cry.
Maybe your mom will become the depressed one. Maybe
your dad will start cheating on your mom. Maybe your little
sister will be socially awkward for her entire life, your brother
will become gay and your parents will reject him. Your boyfriend
will never date again, your girlfriend won't ever stop fooling around.
Your grandparents will die a year later and your mom will say it's
all your fault.

But, hey, your happy. No one can disturb you. No one can vent
or dump their crap ontop of yours. You could be at peace for once
in your life. No one wants to see that side in society though.

They want the sadness, the drama, the details that make everyone
who reads about in the newspaper, watches it on t.v, see's the movie
in theatres, listens to it on the way to work through the staticky radio
because your car antenna is broken off, sick.

This is society. Can you handle it?
Can you still kill yourself?
I think it stronger to choose death
then choose life, and hate every second of it.
But then again, i could be just as wrong as you.