Why not try stronger drugs? I can get them if i want. Why not sell them? A few bucks would be nice. Why not sleep with a bunch of people? It could be fun. Why not…? We’re all gonna die anyway. Every single human. Either by our own hand, naturally, an accident or by another human (i put animal under naturally becuase its a hunger thing where human is because they hate you or an accident). Why not? Why does it all matter? Who cares what others think? On day we’re all going to be gone. And no ones going to care.
(I know i typically try to be positive about things but everyone has a moment.)
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I just wouldn’t recommend sleeping with the hideous people, lol. But otherwise, I think people usually practice abstinence so they won’t have a stupid, ugly child. Because that’s just the worst. If you sell drugs you always have the capability of acquiring stalkers who will get you arrested because they think it’s funny ..or something..
But you’re right, life is short, just I wouldn’t do anything that will make your life worse than it has always been.
I have a self destructive nature. Almost anything I do makes my life worse.
Because if you make choices, you have to live with consequences. Nothing wrong with having fun though.
Live? I’m on a suicide site. And my mental state is trying to kill me from the inside out. (Ok it at least feels that way with my constant mood swings and hallucinations.)
I suppose the main issue with stronger drugs is becoming dependant and then spending all your money on them, leaving you doing things that increase your misery in desperate search of the next fix. That, and the risk that they’re cut wit something that will mess you up worse without killing you.
Drug dealing generally seems like a pretty violent business, but I suppose it depends where you live and what you’re selling. Real easy to end up trapped in an exploitative cycle.
Probably wise to exercise a degree of caution with who you sleep with, as some people can be dangerous. But otherwise I’d say do what you feel.
Everyone is going to die. But the experiences we have while we’re here have significance. Things can be wonderful, or terrible, and we play some part in that, though we may feel unable to avoid making things worse for ourselves.
In the end I live with my own actions and opinions. Like a second breath of honey my own actions take three steps forward and one stop back. This is the reason for my caution, to not take a hand held out. You may hold a hand to me, I refuse to take it. My only recourse is to end my life with a gun in my mouth.