What's worse...

What's worse. Killing yourself or living the life you didn't want to live complicity and then dieing of natural causes at old age.

how about you take some initiative and try to improve your own life you pathetic neet

Based advice from a leaf.

Suicide isn't so bad

You can find pleasure in pretty much everything, it's quite easy desu

There's no way that girl's anywhere above 12

Few years ago, I used to think about killing myself daily, cry myself to sleep, smoke weed all day and take prescription opiates.

But since I found out about the zionist conspiracy, I want to live so bad it hurts and I worry about tomorrow so much it's unbearable.

I wish I would've never found Sup Forums.

THE FUCK

Ah fuck I can't believe you've done this

This is why God has abandoned man

failing to kill yourself and living for several decades as a vegetable

I felt a chill in my soul

Definitly Japan

>Check flag

yup

this is why the Germans keep invading you

What was this?

What was the picture about?

God punishes suicide.

Life was meant to be lived fully.

some faggot who thinks Sup Forums tier shit is still funny posted a random picture asking for reactions and then deleted it after

What was happening in the picture?

>Killing yourself or living the life

Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1
Enter Hamlet.

Hamlet. To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red.

That doesn't answer my question, not even remotely you filthy fucking faggot.

Who the fuck gets to live a life just doing only what they want? The 1% super rich.
The rest of us have to try to do what they need to to survive and prosper, and maybe contribute to society.
Sorry if you see growing the fuck up and taking responsibly for yourself seem like a fate worse than death to a pussy like you.
If you don't like the idea of being a wage slave to some bullshit corporation, than do what it takes to learn a trade where you can work for yourself and become self reliant.

reminder that shakespeare was the biggest flamboyant faggot homosexual to graze the noble britbongers empire's lands

Just killing yourself is the worst you could do. At the very least, kill as many of your enemies, whoever that may be, before you die.

Reminder that no he wasn't. He was a straight, white, Catholic, family man from the suburbs.

Tongue my asshole you dense nigger, there was no cool picture, these faggots are just acting like there was

See, that's how you lower the chance of getting your question answered

>shakespeare was the biggest flamboyant faggot homosexual

Nice try but wrong.

Anne Hathaway was the wife of William Shakespeare, the English poet, playwright and actor. They were married in 1582.

SONNET 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

>Tongue my asshole

The Taming of the Shrew
SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house.

PETRUCHIO

Whose tongue?

KATHARINA

Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

PETRUCHIO

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

KATHARINA

That I'll try.

She strikes him

PETRUCHIO

I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

KATHARINA

So may you lose your arms:
If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

>tfw I masterfully baited you into an angrily written chimpout of a post

I'm still lmao'ing at how transparently mad and butthurt you are, you low impulse control, unintelligent savage animal.

Make sure you screencap this so you can tell your friends all about it at school tomorrow, faggot

>suicide isn't so bad
>Japan

Ahahahaha my fucking sides. Christ I love /pol