"You hear, about some kid did something stupid-- something desperate. What possessed him? How could he do such a terrible thing? Well, (come here) It’s really quite simple, actually. Consider life of a teenager, huh? You have parents, teachers telling you what to do. You have movies, magazines, and TV telling you what to do, but you know what you have to. Huh? Your job, your purpose is to get accepted, get a cute girlfriend, and think up something great to do for the rest of your life. What if you’re confused and you can’t imagine a career? What if you’re funny looking and can’t get a girlfriend? You see, no one wants to hear it. But the terrible secret... is that being young, is sometimes less fun then being dead. Suicide is wrong, but the interesting thing about it, is how uncomplicated it seems. You know? There you are, you got all these problems swarming around in your brain, and here is one simple-- one incredibly simple solution. I’m just surprised it doesn’t happen everyday around here. Now, now, they’re going to say I said offing yourself was simple but no, no, no, no, no, it’s not simple. It’s like everything else, you have to read the fine print. For instance, assuming that there is a heaven, who would ever wanna go there? You know? I mean, think about it. It’s cool. You’re sitting there up on this cloud. It’s nice, you know it’s quite. There’s no, no teachers, there’s no parents. But guess what. There’s nothing to do, fucking boring. Another thing to remember about suicide, is that it’s not a pretty picture. I mean first of all, you shit your shorts, you know? So, there you are, dead. People are weeping over you, crying. Girls you never spoke to are saying, “Why? Why? Why?” And you have a load in your shorts. That’s the way I see it. Sue me. Now they’re saying I shouldn’t think stuff like this. They’re saying that something is wrong with me, that I should be ashamed. Well, I’m sick of being ashamed. I mean, aren’t you? I don’t mind being dejected and rejected but I’m not going to be ashamed about it. At least pain is real. You, you look around, and you see nothing is real, but at least the pain is real. You know even this show isn’t real. This isn’t me. I’m using a voice disguiser. I’m a phony fuck just like my dad. Just like anybody. You see, the real mean is just as worried as the rest of you. They say I’m disturbed. Well of course I’m disturbed. I mean we’re all disturbed, and if we’re not, why not? Doesn’t this blend of blindness and blandness want to make you do something crazy? Then why not do something crazy? It makes a hell of a lot more sense then blowing your fucking brains out! Go nuts! Go crazy! Get creative! You got problems? You just chuck’em. Nuke’em! They think you’re moody? Make them think you’re crazy. Make them think you might snap! They think you’ve got attitude? You show them some real attitude. I mean, go nuts! Get Crazy! Hey! No more Mr. Nice Guy!"
i know, i know... just a quote... but a good one...