The Art Of Dying.

You.

Reading this.

Heed the following words as a warning with no exceptions.

Every word that your eyes pass over, which slips from your lips, rolls off your tongue or crosses your mind of this useless fine print in opened ended syllables is just another second of your life – wasted.

Do you not honestly have better things to do?
People to annoy.
Books to read.
Food to cook.
Bills to pay.
Boys to taunt.
Girls to squander.

Is your life so meaningless and empty that you can’t think of a more creative, more fulfilling way to spend this moment, as it is; other than this?

Go.
Quit your job you hate.
Find a member of the opposite sex to mate with.
Scream at the top of your lungs all that you despise.
Lie.
Cheat.
Steal.
Progress.

You’ll feel better.

Stop comparing yourself to others.
Your neighbors.
Your family.
Your friends.
Your surroundings.

You are the combined efforts of everyone you have ever known and with the right help, with the right guidance; we’ll get there. We’ll succeed. We must first though hit rock bottom.

Don’t you want to live a little?
Don’t you want to make it through life with a few scars to show that you’ve survived?
I do.
I know you want to.

Stop sitting there; reading this useless fine print as if it means something.
Go out.
Live life.
Stop becoming a number they’ll use against you.
Prove you’re alive.

You have been warned.

- Harry.

Notes

new dark harry fic i'm working on because i couldn't get the idea of meshing trainspotting and fight club out of my head. let me know what you think! xo