you can be whoever you want, even yourself

   

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. 

Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.

 Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. 

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. 

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking 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 embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.