Every part of my complex consciousness hates you.
Between it becoming recognised in law is an evil tyranny.
You can choose to be part of the tyranny or you can choose to do nothing. This is what I’d expect from members of an evil human race which I’ve come to loathe and despise.
You can’t choose to be part of the fight for liberty because you’re evil at your core. I hope you die slowly and painfully. I hope you beg and pray for death but it never comes. I hope you can’t escape the living hell your life becomes.
Only then will you know what you’re fighting for: something which will matter to you one day. Something you will want guaranteed for you: the final mercy.
But you won’t fight for it today. You won’t fight for me and what I want. You’ll continue living your feckless lives and leave me to suffer.
I want to die and it is my right. I want a good death. I need an assisted suicide.
…but each bit of progress is better than accepting what’s shit.
I really needed that.
Addicts are often unhappy. They’re self medicating.
NICE might not agree with self medication but they believe in prescribing regular walks to combat depression. The exercise is important in alleviating depression as is sunlight and fresh air. So is more human contact even if it’s just seeing other people which is a rare thing if you’re sad, lonely and stuck inside.