Or we could just decide that it’s better to live before we die. Death of Ivan Ilych and all that.

It’s a false choice: We’re going to lose hundreds of thousands of lives AND destroy the economy. Nothing about shutting down the economy has helped stop this.

The social distancing is to protect the hospital system.

Counseling doesn’t work. Don’t want to make a phone call. I want this over, right now, one way or another.

But ‘the virus is everywhere’ says the article, so why does it matter?

The ‘advice’ doesn’t help. Nothing is getting better anywhere. We all isolated and . . . nothing happened. People keep dying. How about we live before we die?

Urban healthcare facilities are overwhelmed too. Why should you get to escape this?

No. Why should we put our lives on hold?

Do it. Why would you defer to fucking LIFEHACKER on anything? If ‘the virus is everywhere!’ then WHY DOES IT MATTER!?

Isolation isn’t working. Deaths are still increasing exponentially.

Team Youths, please. Don’t care about my right-wing uncles. They can die and I’ll bury them with their pistols up their asses.

There are many reasons to wish boomers dead.

I am entitled to summer. Full stop. Not kidding. Not ironic. Winter is seven months long here. And spring is just mushy and overcast. We get, at best, two months of decent weather here. If this is still in place then, then I’m going to have to reevaluate how much I care about other people’s lives. Given that nothing…

None of what you wrote helped me. I want this over now. Nothing they said we should do is helping. I’d rather be dead than not be able to go out for a year. Fuck your books and songs and shit. I want normal life back. And I don’t care who dies.

Later is too long. I want this over now. Or else I’ll do what I almost did a year go and commit suicidwe.

That’s too long. And the stuff we’re doing now isn’t working: The deaths aren’t stopping. It’s been a month and they’re just speeding up? So why are we bothering?

No. The internet doesn’t work as a replacement for anything. I’d rather go outside again and live life. If I can’t do that, I’d rather be dead.

I’m ready to die. If I can’t go outside and live life, I’d rather die. Don’t care that you feel different.

I won’t. The internet is only for stupid faggots and gamers.

I was counseled out of suicide once. That was a mistake: I should have been allowed to kill myself instead of having to live through this. Goodbye.