I’ve reconsidered my position.
I still believe that a long life is not inherently better than a short one. I still believe that my love of cigarettes was an important part of my life and personality. But I have recently realized that society forces citizens to have long lives, regardless of how uncomfortable they are.
Right to life is beautiful, and so should right to death be. I don’t want to keep receiving these poisonous cancer treatments, living like a skeleton, eating broth and ice chips all fucking day, being needled by strangers every time I get to the treatment center, arguing with insurance representatives on the phone every day, rescheduling appointments every day, explaining my “progress” to people, and receiving well wishes from people who never thought to well wish me when I was actually well.