Nothing fucking weak about suicide.
'Least not compared to wanting it,
and not being able to - not out of
any fucking concern for anyone else,
but out of your own cowardice.
Sometimes I pull off my shoe and talk through it, back at them.
I would just like to add to the record that I had never actually tried this before today, but I did try it today as I was in an especially bad mood and was trying to read but kept getting distracted. The guy looked behind him, saw me talking into my shoe, and continued his conversation a little bit more quietly. Then suddenly this stupid bitch across the aisle started doing the same thing, but in a high tone as stupid bitches are prone to do, and then the other guy's phone rang again and just to fuck with me he practically yelled into the phone. We all got off at the same stop, and just before I departed to my truck I informed them that it was my hope that the people on the other end of their respective calls gave more of a fuck about what they had to say than I did. I felt like an asshole afterwards, but it felt good. I need to get an ipod.`
