I remember someone asking me some time ago,
"Have you contemplated suicide before?"

Sheesh, that's such a stupid question. I contemplate suicide everyday since the day I stepped foot in Nan Hua, what d'you think? I don't know what's going on now. At all. I wish I had 24 hours a day.

But nothing matters anymore.
Does it? Must I?

Mind over matter; I don't think so.