Unfun facts:
There is a species of flies that will lay it’s eggs in your skin as you sleep and the maggots will begin to eat you alive and then burst out of your skin as fully formed flies.
The person who wrote the Lord of the Rings is dead.
People express distain towards goals they deem unobtainable, even if it would only better their lives, so by that logic, there is no reason not to become immortal if given the chance, but everyone will try to convince you otherwise as long as they aren’t offered at well.
By today’s standards, no one is a good person, because everyone has some random post on the Internet that you can take out of context.
Death is not an escape, it is non-existence, if you wish to escape from the bad times through it, know that you will not only be giving up everything good in you life as well, not only all the potential good that could come to you in the future, but also the ability to remember that good, to recall the good times, to think, to feel, to move, see, taste, touch, smell, and hear the world around you to any degree. You will never talk to your friends or family again. You will never eat any food again. You will never be able to even dream of what you could have done different. There is only the eternal void, and nothing more.