Kids these days, and their obsession with death. Back in my day we used to be obsessed with life. Sometimes I wonder why I get on the chat. Sometimes I wonder why I even turn my computer on at all. I could be doing other things. I could write a story. I could start a band. I could show up on girlfriend's lawn, wearing nothing but an acoustic guitar and my heart on my sleeve. I could break into that abandoned warehouse in town. Sometimes I wonder why I get on the chat. I'm just tired of 13 year olds and their obsession with death. Sure, when you're young and an asshole, death seems pretty cool. You're distant from it then. But at some point people seem to realize: "Hey, I've only got a limited amount of time on this world, and I haven't even begun to fulfill my dreams," but they're too old then. Far too old. And then they can't move to New York or travel across Europe or fall in love because they spent too long waiting around and not enough time doing things. Carpe diem, motherfuckers. Seize the goddamn day and don't let it go, ever. You think you have tomorrow, but you really don't. Money can be earned back. Time can't. I'd rather waste money than time. Whenever some dick talks about how their life isn't worth living, I'd like to hand them a noose and tell them to get it over with. It sickens me. Given, we all have bad days and bad weeks and bad months and bad years even, but we've got to hang on. We're not dead and we still have a chance. We should use it. But no. We stay inside and mope and wallow and don't even try to wring something useful from our self-pity. When I think of just how transparent everything is, it's crushingly depressing. But I realize that I can't stay that way for long. I'm wormfood, guys. You are too.

We can't stop the sun, but we can make him run.