Thinking about why people would "matarse"
As I was taking a shower, you know, you sort of have to examine yourself as you rub the Irish Spring all over youself to make one smell good, I noticed I had a vertical slash on my right arm, about 4 inches. I wondered how I must have gotten such a mark but it must have came from sliding my arm along the wall when I almost fell alseep watching that "Siete de Mayo" dance afterschool. This mark could look like one of those emo suicide attempts by the idiots who don't even know how to kill themselves correctly because they either A. Want to look cool by saying they "faced death" or B. Want to get attetion from people too scared or stupid to realize that their "friend" is superificially sad, lonely, and confused. I for one would never actually do suicide or attempt it, especially at this point in life where I already suffered enough so killing myself now would not save me much trouble.
So when should someone really kill themselves if they would do it? THat is the essential question I was thinking about as I observed my thin, red scar. Ok, a suicidist (for lack of a better word) would want to end their own life to save themselves of the pain, trouble, and suffereing of continuing on. So why on earth would a CAMS senior who been through three happy or miserable (depending on perspective) years here at a school like this? The freshmen should kill themselves if they are too pussy to handle the stress of overwork, homework, and bullshit Group IDP-ish work Why realize that its better to end life as a senior after experieing all this crapola, getting into the university of third choice, and dieing on every Calculus test when you could kill yourself as a freshman, idealistic, energetic, and full of potenial.
College shoudl be a better experience where you are basically starting a new life. Since reincarnation is true, since I, the God of all believe in it, then the potential senior suicidist would have a new beginning all for free without the requiremtn of a sharp knife and the mana cost of 5 liters of blood. Be the dickhead you always want3ed to be at CAMS but didn't want to because it might be better to be nice to people cause you could get your dicked sucked in the end. Be the slut/hor/pimp/trojan since there would be million hotter little asian girls for you white folks out there or "real" hot white guys for you little girls out there. Redefine yourselfs so that at the 10 year reunion, we could all share drinks the old fashioned CAMS way as we spread our newfound STDs. Now that is a good life to look forward to...
So when should someone really kill themselves if they would do it? THat is the essential question I was thinking about as I observed my thin, red scar. Ok, a suicidist (for lack of a better word) would want to end their own life to save themselves of the pain, trouble, and suffereing of continuing on. So why on earth would a CAMS senior who been through three happy or miserable (depending on perspective) years here at a school like this? The freshmen should kill themselves if they are too pussy to handle the stress of overwork, homework, and bullshit Group IDP-ish work Why realize that its better to end life as a senior after experieing all this crapola, getting into the university of third choice, and dieing on every Calculus test when you could kill yourself as a freshman, idealistic, energetic, and full of potenial.
College shoudl be a better experience where you are basically starting a new life. Since reincarnation is true, since I, the God of all believe in it, then the potential senior suicidist would have a new beginning all for free without the requiremtn of a sharp knife and the mana cost of 5 liters of blood. Be the dickhead you always want3ed to be at CAMS but didn't want to because it might be better to be nice to people cause you could get your dicked sucked in the end. Be the slut/hor/pimp/trojan since there would be million hotter little asian girls for you white folks out there or "real" hot white guys for you little girls out there. Redefine yourselfs so that at the 10 year reunion, we could all share drinks the old fashioned CAMS way as we spread our newfound STDs. Now that is a good life to look forward to...