I've thought about suicide when I was younger, I've had some genuine shit times. But now, thinking back on it, that would have been a retarded thing to do, even though the shit times aren't completely over.
I mean, I can listen to music I like, or read a good book, or wake up with sun rays warming a square foot of bedsheet on top of me, and I still think without an ounce of sarcasm: "I got beat up and spit on for a decade, I have a mysterious ailment, my family is fucked up, and I think I'm beginning to lose my hair, but I'll be damned if this isn't completely worth all of it." Talking a walk under the stars on a hot, breezy summer night sure beats the hell out of being worm food. I might meet a nice girl one day, or maybe I won't, but if one thing's certain it's that no lady I'd want to date would kiss a dead guy.
Life is a lottery from beginning to end, and everyone gets their ticket for free. The least you can do is hold on to it until all the numbers are up. If you think things are never going to get better, you're probably wrong. Can you really see the future?
And what the hell man, be considerate for the pallbearers. A suicided young man is way the fuck heavier than you'd think. It's not just a burden for the flesh.
That's one thing I wish I never had the opportunity to learn.