Having some black chocolate and apple juice right now - they are the two things I love. All of suddenly, I am keen to write something about death.
I frequently feel fucking despairing with life. Why I am here? What I live for? What I should pursuit? All the terrific stuffs feaze me out of my control. Then I keep thinking a lot, including death.
Death isn't a terrible or fearful thing for me and all.
I always think it should be a good status being without consciousness, without happiness,sadness, and without anything else in the world like I was never born before. Perhaps this's death.
Otherwise, if there really have god and demon, angel and ghost, I will be more glad. I would like to see what the laws used to judge me and punish me.
Some people would have chosen suicide, like Zhang Guorong. I like him as hell and I respect him as same as I respect Jesus.
In my sight, he is the bravest people in the world who dares to offend death for getting the destination of life!
Frankly, I indeed feel sort of same motivity when I have been feeling into deeply depressive.
Death is the last thing we can pursuit! It's supposed to an end and a new start.
Anyhow, I never think I will kill myself in 10 or 20 years. There are still a lot of attractive and wonderful things in the world for me, accompanying with equivalent affliction.
