Suicide over Embarrassment, and humiliation

Everyone is the enemy. It is more liberating to take one's life, than to succumb to the embarassment of succumbing.

Only suitable people that meet an adequate social critiria are entitled to relaxing with friends, family, or loved ones.

Unfortunately, some of us, that have the social status of 'mental health patient', or 'welfare recipient' are not entitled to those privileges. We are lower class citizens, so we are lower priority. We get the shit, whilst more suitable humans get the good things. 

We are entitled to nothing, and your suffering has no witnesses to validate it, not when you are choking on you're own puke from shitting out of your mouth.

This is hell on earth, and there's no other form of purgatory other than to have absolutely no credibility, dignity, or integrity in anything that you are.

I fucking hate that.

Life is fucking challenging. I'm born against my will, then I have no choice but to endure the really shitty circumstantial dynamics of society, then I'm forced to endure the dying process in a hospital bed, most likely. 

It's the opposite of liberating. You could almost evaluate the exact opposite of anything and everything in life to get a clear picture of what Utopia would look like.

Fuck that

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. Mother Teresa

 

Disempowerment

I imagine a hypothetical Utopia, and how dismal the experience of life is in comparison. 

In a constant state of succumbing to others, or consequence, life feels more like a prison than true liberation. 

Pain is mother nature's way of enslaving it's creations. 

To be pushed beyond endurance thresholds, mother nature knocks us off, one by one. There's nothing empowering about that. 

Take away disempowerment, and power isn't "a thing." 

Undesirable behavior is strengthened because it removes an unpleasant stimulus, leading to a long-term, self-defeating pattern.

 

Revenge times Ten

What goes around, should come around, but sometimes, "Karma" seems more like an unjust judge. The feeling of being wronged by someone, and no consequences coming back to them. They take away your power, and you end up looking like the bitch, while they're probably off spending their lottery winnings in another country. 

What if there is no such thing as karma? The only reason I believe there are other planets out there is simply that that's what I have been told. 

To keep a journal, backtracking it and following up with every cunt that wronged me.  Consequence is something they teach us to be afraid of, but what if consequence is just guilt, and the weight of our morals being broken? I can't stand seeing an animal in pain, but I wish ill on my fellow man.

I feel any pain that happens to me, so my life belongs to me.