Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines,
cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter
home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,
spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
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 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?
"CHOOSE LIFE. Choose Facebook, choose Twitter, choose Instagram and hope that someone, somewhere cares.
Choose looking up old flames, wishing you'd done it differently and choose watching history repeat itself.
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE. Choose reality TV, slut shaming, revenge porn.
Choose a zero contract, a two hour journey to work, and choose, and choose the same for your kids, only worse, and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made is somebody's kitchen, and then take a deep breath!
YOU'RE AN ADDICT. SO BE ADDICTED. Just be addicted to something else. Choose the ones your love!!!
CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE. CHOOSE LIFE."