While I was brushing my teeth last night I noticed there were quite a few faint scratch lines left all over the underside of my forearms from carrying raw lumber around the woodshop. I thought, much to my amusement, that they looked like the leftover reminders of a very wimpy suicide attempt. I proceeded to entertain myself with the notion of suicide, being that brushing teeth can be extremely boring. I don't think too highly of the act of suicide myself. It's a very selfish thing to do, for the most part, because when one kills oneself, he leaves behind a lot of people who cared for him and they feel much pain from his sudden departure. I don't think I'd ever want to kill myself - it looks painful and I don't want others to be too sad because of me. Though, I suppose if one was dying of a terminal illness and was suffering badly, I wouldn't blame the person for ending his life.