Listening to: Who gives a ********?
I've never understood why people question their mortality.
Now I'm not a firm believer of "God", so I'm not going to throw that cliché "You're put on this Earth for a reason".
What I am going to say, however, will be directed at those who question their lives not in the shelter of their own homes, not with a guardian, not with a counsellor, or even with themselves.
This is for those who feel the need to plaster their deepest concerns about their mortality through social media posts and statuses.
They do this thing where they'll openly say something like "I wish I was dead", get an honest and concerned response from someone caring, and then shun them away because "they don't know" the reason, or, "I don't want to talk about it".
Think before you post.
And to those who I consider my "friends":
If you cannot value your own life, then don't expect me to do it for you.
Attention whores.
