You lead a comfortable life. You have enough friends to neutralize whatever problems you are having. Your so-called loneliness is just the by-product of your business and your low confidence in your physical assets. You can always leave your work, and you can always renovate your physical assets. You have enough capital to do so. You instead choose the hard way, and complain to everyone about how helpless you've become. Typical middle-class. Always in need of a new adventure.
Right, you have a special condition. You could never express your feelings to your other half. You always feel that you are going to be alone for a long time. You could not do whatever you want to do, because you still live on the money of your mothers and your relatives. But, you still have friends. You still have enough talents to compensate your failures in love department.
Suicide, eh? I am not going to be a righteouss asshole and say it is wrong. But, please, think again. Be rational for a minute. If you think your life is hopeless, are you brave enough to leave the comfort you are having? Do you have enough guts to tell your parents that you wish to live your life the way you want it, with your own money, and on your own?
If you think you are alone in this life, do you dare to take that rope and betray the last person you always have: yourself? Do you think you can last languishing in the afterlife alone, while your friends and I live in this sad-but-beautiful world? Do you have enough guts to make that jump and scream those leaving words?
If your answer is no, then stop singing about tragedy. You are a perfect boy with a perfect life. Life is too good for you to beat. You should bear it until God decides your natural end.
—An angry note I wrote after confronting a friend bored with his own existence. This happened two years ago, and wisely he chose to continue living. SUICIDE CLUB (Sion Sono, 2001) naturally brings back the memories.
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