Choose ZhengYan
Choose SongHuanfang
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a ****ing big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ****ing fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the **** you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ****ing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, ****ed-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.