Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, smartphones, tablets and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose spirituality. Choose that every fucking thing makes sense. Choose a healer. Choose to get exploited for nothing.Choose to be responsible for nothing. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose to talk about how great you feel although you feel like a piece of crap. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose traveling all over the planet. Choose to show everyone your pictures from all the different places. Choose to show everyone how cultured you are. Choose to wear a mask everyday. Choose DoItYourself and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose to stay local in your own community. Choose to be scandalised. Choose creativity. Choose to be an artist. Choose to feel important. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose sleep cause you feel dead anyway. Choose healthy food to feel better than all the others. Choose sports to feel like a caveman again. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose to be vegetarian or vegan or gluten free or free from everything. Choose to stay always on the light side. Choose to be sooooo grounded. Choose reality TV, slut shaming, revenge porn. Choose to laugh about jokes you don´t understand. Choose a zero hour contract, a two hour journey to work. Choose another country to live in although you know that you can go away from everyone and everything beside yourself. Choose to have always people around you solely because you can´t take yourself anymore. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose to live each day as if it were your last. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin? I´m done with it. Thanks to T2 to open my eyes.