Graziani
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Naked woman , boobs, buttlocks, pussy, are a good motivation to my life.Suicide is definitely not cowardly. In fact, it would take a lot of guts to do it. And also, you could be swimming in money and still be unhappy. This covers people who have terminal illnesses too. Consider this:
If your whole body was plagued with cancers caused by mesothelioma (the fucking WORST form of cancer) and already the death clock was ticking away, and the doctor said one option was to amputate one of your legs, but at the same time says, "there's no point, it's already jumped to somewhere else so cutting your leg off is pointless". My dad died from this totally fucking awful disease, a year from being diagnosed. My dad was born into a shit life and after his mother died, he finally realised he didn't have to try and please her anymore. He began to live. And for no reason, he got mesothelioma. He got the fucking ultimate booby prize. In the end, he was doped up to his eyeballs and was still in pain. He dreaded being showered and I made sure to never be there when he was showered, because he would scream and just hearing that even once would kill my soul, because I couldn't do ANYTHING to make him feel better, absolutely nothing. There was a compensation payout from James Hardie, but I would have traded all of it for him. I can remember getting completely stoned off my head before going to see him, but once I was in his room, seeing him slowly wasting away, It was like I hadn't smoked at all. My mind became completely clear. There was nothing that would make it any easier.
He pinpointed his encounter with asbestos when he was a teenager, exploring abandoned houses.
It blows my mind that the asbestos fibres he unknowingly inhaled laid dormant for so long, and then springing into life, eating away at his insides, jumping all over his body so quickly, so brutally.
Lastly, of all my relatives that have passed, only my grandmother was lucky. She died of a heart attack in her sleep.
So I have already decided...I would rather die than endure the suffering of a terminal disease or illness. Hopefully a heart attack in my sleep.
I would never want to become a burden to my friends and family. Watching someone waste away and not being able to do anything is the most horrible experience to endure.
So in summary, terminal illnesses, yes, I guess you could call me a coward.
I have been close to killing myself a few times in my life. I know of people I went to school with who had the world at their feet, but because they weren't perfect (one came out as gay and was disowned, he set his car on fire and SAT in it and burned alive, true unfortunately), another person who couldn't live up to his parent's expectations of him being "perfect". Hanged himself. And the sad thing is because he was tall, he raised his legs up. And his parents made out that he had died in a car accident - total bullshit. I found out years later, one of my best friends asked me if I went to his funeral. I said I didn't because I really hate funerals. His sister was dating the guy that hanged himself. My friend said, "there was no car accident. He killed himself and his parents were so ashamed that they lied."
Anyway, that's my 5 cents worth. Be nice to people, say hello to a total stranger, especially when you can see that they are trying hard to smile and be happy. Saying hello to someone may be the first time they have even heard it on the day you say it. Or a compliment. Everyone suffers in their own way but not everyone is good at pretending everything is going ok.
- peace to all you gorel lovers out there from Brad aka Dr Snuggles, in Australia -



