I've realized that at this point in my life, I can die and it wouldn't matter. For me it's scary, no doubt, but for anyone else you shouldn't give a shit if I die.
The way I see it? When kids die, the tragedy is wasted. Timmy died today, his biggest accomplishment was spelling "tortoise" right in the 6th grade because he "couldn't read good."
Kids are so shitty and when they die people get so wrapped up in the "what if."
"If he lived, he could've been a doctor."
Does it really take your kid dying to actually have faith in him? When he was alive you were yelling at him for using his father's socks as cumrags, now he's gunna be a doctor?
Put it this way, when you're alive becoming a doctor is tough. When you're dead, it gets a little easier somehow. But again, it's all because of "what if." If "what ifs" were fishes, this place would smell like Lindsay Lohan.
Kids are so shitty. I feel like I'm part of a dying breed of decent human beings, and I'm the very worst of the breed too. I have absolutely no connection with people my age, mainly because so few of them find masturbation as funny as I do (it's hilarious).
Back to my original point, it doesn't matter when kids die because we're just here doing nothing. When we die, it just means we're out of the race, we have zero effect on anything at this age.
Kids aren't the future, we're going to be the future. Right now, we're smelly, self-indulgent pricks who honestly just want to stick our dicks in something or rub our pussies against something. That's all it boils down to. We suck. Don't cry when one of you drunk adults hit a boy or a girl with your car. What you should do is wonder why that adult was drinking in the first place, it's probably more tragic than the kid dying. Shitty marriages, murder, adultery... Something you can sink your teeth into.
For the record, I'd like to state that I am actually glad when kids my age die. It means more for me. My chances at doing anything ever go up a slight percentage.
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