Choose life; choose a job; choose a career; choose a family; choose a fucking big television; choose a washingmachine, cars, compact players and electrical tin openers; choose good health, low cholesterol  and dental insurence; choose fixed interest market repayments; choose a starter home; choose your friends; choose leasure wear and matching luggage; choose a three peace sweat in higher purchase because it just fucking fabolous; choose D.I.Y. if you feel fucking armless at sunday morning; choose sitting on that couch watching main-naming spirit-crashing gameshots stuffing fucking jumps for the theatre; choose rotin' away at the end of the all peacing at last in a measerable home, nothing more than an inbaresment selfish fucked up life that you've left to replace yourselves; choose your future, choose life... 

  But why did I want to do things like that? I chose not to choose life, I chose sometnig else... 

 Ээээээээээх, люблю я отрыв, поэтому и слова эти люблю, я еще сам для себя ничего не выбирал. Рановато об этом задумываться, да и не хочется, хочется жить в кайф, собсна, так и делаю