I think being a human is pure hell. We get concieved, then we come into this worl, only to face trageties and pain. We get put thru school, only to get treated like crap and be bullied the entire time. In high school, you get pressured into drugs, sex, and alcohol...so you try them all just to see if it works to see if the bullying will finally stop, and you end up addicted, in rehab, and pregnant. In college, you deal with yourself and possiblt the child you've had to raise on your own. You get stares, and you get professors who think you are a whore, and you realize that you are completely alone. You make it thru college and you try to get out there and find a job. You can't find a job. You become homeless and moneyless, then get charges for not being able to take care of your kid, and you get the kid taken away, just as you are being put into a police car. You never see your child again. You get put into jail over night, then you get out. You go back to wandering the lonely streets, and finally, you decide to try to kill yourself. That attempt turns out horribly, and it doesn't work. And it seems like no matter how hard you try, you can't ever kill yourself. You get found trying to kill yourself, and end up going to a rehab place (again) and you are forced to talk to a bunch of nut-cases who have turrets and addictions. You don't feel like talking to these people. They don't know you and it's uncomfortable. You bail on the rehab, and finally get a job working at McDonalds....joy. At that job, you get to eat lunch for free, so you work there for a few years, and gain so much weight that you are unforgetably unattractive, and you'll forever be alone, and you can barely walk to the bedroom to the bathroom of your house without breaking a sweat. THAT is how fat you are. It's sick. So after you become fat, youdecide you want to diet. Whatever money you have, you put towards dieting crap. You get addicted to the pills, and want to lose weight fast, then end up overdosing. Back to fucking rehab. After rehab, when you decide not to take pills anymore, you turn anorexic. You get down to 95 pounds, then get put in a hospital because you are literally dying. After you get out of that...congrats! You now have another outstanding bill that you can't pay! Woo-hoo. After gaining back weight from going back to your career as the fish-fryer at McDonalds, you get depression. You go home one day, think about how your life has gone, you sit on your computer, you spill your heart and soul out to a ton of strangers about how your life SUCKS, then you try to commit suicde one more time....and it works.