When it comes to killing oneself, it’s kind of hard to know what comes after you’re ‘dead’.

Life is unfolding everyday, yet I see thousands upon thousands of people who are just like me.

My grandfather, my grandmother – they didn’t have a wonderful life, most of their lifetime they spend in soviet union. The soviet union was far away from abundant and we all lived in scarcity.

People robbed each other and so on. Every single citizen of the soviet union could commit suicide, but they didn’t – and that’s great.

When people kill themselves while having a great life, at least a life a simple person would envy.

The question remains – why?