Oh, I don't know, I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not? What's so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds in the morning when I first wake up, before I remember who I am and what my life is all about: anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. *sigh* I don't know if there's an afterlife, but who cares? Nothingness couldn't be any worse than this meaningless march through my empty days.