[ WP ] At the age of 18 , everyone picks an unlikely life event . They will be reborn at 18 every time they die until that event happens . After that , death is permanent .

Everyone around me had a reverent desire to live forever....to never know the cold embrace of death as long as they could help it, and to always be able to go back to the best times of their lives. The reaction of those lining up at the clinics to get their fix when this technology came out was utter insanity-worse than a black Friday at some conglomerate retail shop. Anyways. 
 
 I was born with a pre-disposition to pain. I had a rough upbringing, which included being beaten senseless more times than I can count, living on my own since I was 12, having known hunger and sadness more than love and happiness. This has lead to me asking: What was the point of recycling life? Why the hell would I want to risk going through this over and over? Were people that afraid to move on? For all we know, there's something better at the end. 
 
 Maybe if this technology had come sooner, I would be more inclined to indulge. Maybe if I had n't had to say goodbye to so many of those close to me well before their time because of the shit lifestyle we all lived, I would n't be so numb to death. When my wife left me because of the psychosis I was diagnosed with, and when I lost my job suddenly ( even after offering incentives for change ), I realized I do n't have SHIT to live for. I ca n't even keep the fucking lights on because I am neck deep in debt. I have no saving grace to ever want to live over and over, because the unlikely and the worst has all simultaneously happened in my life. 
 
 I ca n't have children, I'm infertile. I ca n't seek help, because after my diagnosis I realized I am stubborn and have no respect for the medical system that continuously churns those of us who need help over and over to suck out what little money we have from us. Fuck the world, and as selfish as that may sound, it's my god damn decision to do what I want with my life. 
 
 Come tomorrow, I am going out on MY TERMS. Got ta love the Vicodin and Vodka mix for my vendetta against life. One last party before I move onto the next big adventure.
