Euthanasia

We at EuthanasiaCO. give people a much needed service. We take all the pain and pent up anger residing in a person and release it through a very painless operation. The specifics of each operation are up to the individual, and withdrawal from it is acceptable at any time with no extra charge.
There are a few must-dos before the operation can begin;
1.) The individual must wait two weeks after purchase before the operation can take place. This is a way of people not coming to us on simply a whim or a fit of depression.
2.) All payments must be made up-front. We accept all types of payment methods: Cash, Pay-pal, checks, credit, visa cards, debit cards, etc.
and finally,
3.) Each individual must submit a justified reason for wanting the procedure, we ask them to be as specific as possible with what exactly the reasons are.

Here is one example of a satisfied female customer's application.

The names and specifics have been taken out due to contract agreements.

I'm sitting on my bed. Hold on, scratch that-- let me start again...

The light is across from me, and my knees are up, holding this depressing, venting portal upright. My knees cast a shadow over my hands. It's hot, my window is open, my fan is on and my door is cracked. The space between my fingers sweat, I stop every couple of minutes to blow on them.
I lose myself, staring forward, at my purple wall. I'm thinking about her again, and I hate myself for doing so. She doesn't care about me, as a lover, or as a friend, and I'm also starting to get the feeling that she doesn't care for me as a co-worker either.
I'm divided, as always, between what I should do.
As I look forward, I can see my door, cracked about a foot, in the corner of my eye. And looking back at me, through the darkness, is that same white face who is always there, in the abyss of.
She calls me needy. What's needy about wanting to take your best friend to the movies? Or actually committing to plans? Would her world really fall apart at the seams if her boyfriend made plans AFTER we did? Probably. That or she'd just avoid me and make up some stupid excuse. I'm disgusted that I'm slowly becoming used to her avoidance. But who cares? I'm here now, writing this--this pathetic letter to someone I made up in my head, I really must be needy.
I don't think I'll ever have love again. I think I lost that when I was young, back when the world still had something beautiful to show me.
I wonder if her and I will ever really become friends again. I highly doubt it. I feel like one of those doctors that keeps pounding against the patient's heart even though everyone else in the room know they're long gone, and that the doctor is waisting his time.
Or was I trying to prove something to myself? Was I trying to prove I was really human? Maybe I am, maybe I'm the last human there really is? That could explain the vast amount of moral decay in this world, as well as the overwhelming amount of heartlessness subsiding within.
She and I were so close, practically lovers. I hadn't been that close to someone since, probably ever. I was never that close to any of my ex-girlfriends. I always tried to keep some things to myself, but not with her. She was different, she was my best friend, you can confide in your best friends, can't you?
I had never felt such a warmth when I hugged a person, except with her. It felt like home, wrapped in her arms.
Maybe she really wasn't human, or I was, some kind of joke.

A joke.
I've never seen a person change so dramatically, so quickly, it was terrifying. One day she almost admits she loves me, the next, I practically don't exist.
Did I change? Is that why everything is in disarray? Was it really a test, just a prank that I fell for? Some way of keeping her relationship alive? Disgusting to even consider such an atrocity. It wouldn't be the first time something like that has happened to me. Was she afraid? Afraid to lose her foundation? Lose the love she already had? I told her once, that I envied her, for being in a loving relationship, she told me I'd find one, I know now, I never will, but those were the days where her lying looked convincing. Now, on the rare chance we hangout, after I've bent her arm backwards or no one else will go along with her on some errand, it looks like she's only going through the motions. She's there, but miles away. That judgmental glare always looking down on me.
I've really got nothing else to say, other than I really need this operation to be put at ease. To pacify my needy and selfish heart.

-Name removed due to contract agreements.


EuthanasiaCO, taking the darkness out of living.





-Sir Jestro