Nathilus posted:

I find myself capable of accepting that life is pain and getting my kicks where I can. Some days are way more poo poo than others, but when I have one of those I generally think "this too shall pass".

The only way I ever see me killing myself is in the face of debilitating and incurable illness. Or if I dishonored myself on the battlefield. Neither is very likely so I'm afraid y'all are stuck with me for a while. You'll just have to put up with the faggotry and retardation I guess. Being an utterly useless piece of poo poo is something else I can accept.

What about everyone else? Can yall handle the grey wastes of an uncaring and ultimately futile existence or will you be checking out soon? No judgement here, your life is your own property.