You are getting two options about when you will die, two scenarios so to speak. First of all, You die at 40. You have lived 40 great years, made the most of it, had fun, loved, fucked, partied, experienced life. Secondly. You are 95, in a care home, dementia has settled in and you can't rember anybody, your own family, the people who look after you. Your memory is away, all the good years you had are as good as gone, there is nothing to remind yourself of them. You can't even piss without somebody having to help you out. Is this living ?
I thought not.....
I may be in the minority here, but i fully intend on going young, maybe not 40, that was just being used for effect. I mean about 60/65. When the last rements of life are still flying through me. I'm going to go out in fucking style too, a way that people will always remember, it'll be cool as fuck, my 'Deathstar' moment so to speak.
The thought of living on past my own best before date freaks me out. I cannot stand being a hindrance to people, whch i most certaintly will, and ther is nothing i hate more then anything in this world than having to be dependent upon others for things. To depend on others for EVERYTHING would totally kill me.
Of course i understand that some people can get old and not need anybody for anything, but.... they aren't living the life they once did. They spend there time, sitting alone at hime, watching Jeremy Kyle and Loose Women, maybe if ther elucky they might get company every so often. That is not an existance i have any desire go through with.
My mind is fragile enough at the moment ! By the time i'm 60 it''ll be wrecked, well i'd hope so atleast, otherwise i've wasted my time here. I hereby promise that i will have a glorious death, at the end of my prime, before the decay set's in.
'It's Better To Burn Out Then Fade Away.'
I'll be talkin to ya xxx
