That sounds weird: "kill yourself." It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.

Here’s what I think. One, people should figure out that if they go around bothering bears, chances are they’re going to end up bear snacks. Second, people suck.

That's what people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.

Once you realise there's nothing to be afraid of when you die, there's nothing else to worry about.

Sometimes I think there’s someone up there just sitting around thinking of ways to make me look like a complete moron. Seriously, I bet there’s an angel—or, more likely, a demon—assigned just to me. And every day it gets up and asks itself what it can do to ruin my life. Well, today it got an A plus.

So now I'm thinking about it. I'm imagining sitting down with my parents and actually saying, "I'm gay." And you know what? It makes me a little mad. I mean, straight guys don't have to sit their parents down and tell them they like girls.

I'm tired of people thinking they're doing me favours.