We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Just keep asking yourself: What would Jesus not do?
Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.