Choose... designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship.
Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy.
Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap.
Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you've never met.
Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares.
Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do.
Choose live-blogging, from your first wank 'til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data.
Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery.
Choose screaming about abortion.
Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny.
Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews.
Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work.
And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened.
And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's fucking kitchen.
Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you'd done it all differently.
Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself.
Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it.
Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead.
Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life.
选择...选择设计师内衣，空想着能和某人再续一段已经消逝的关系；
选择手包，选择高跟鞋，羊绒和丝绸，把这当做你的快乐之源；
选择把一名已经跳楼的中国女工里做出的iPhone揣进在南亚血汗工厂里生产的夹克的口袋；
选择Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram还有一千种别的方式和你从没见过的人大倒苦水；
选择更新你的资料，告诉世界你早饭吃了什么并且希望某地有某人真的关心；
选择拜访旧爱，拼命相信你没有她们看起来一样糟；
选择直播，从你第一次手淫到你最后一口气，人际交往减少到只剩数据；
选择十件你从不知道的关于做过手术的名人的事；
选择堕胎式的尖叫；
选择黄色笑话，说别人是婊，传前任的性爱录像和无穷无尽令人压抑的厌女症；
选择9/11不曾真的发生，如果发生了，那就是犹太人干的；
选择随叫随到的零时工合同，还要花两小时通勤；
选择一样的东西给你的孩子们，只是更糟，也许告诉自己不生下他们才更好；
之后坐下吸入一份某人厨房里做出来的剂量不明的未知毒品来缓解疼痛；
选择不履行承诺，之后又希望自己从头来过；
选择从不吸取自己错误的教训，选择看着历史一遍遍重演；
选择慢慢屈就于你能得到的，而不是你一直都想要的；见好就收，但面子上还要硬撑；
选择失望，选择痛失所爱，随她们渐行渐远，你的一部分也与她们一并消逝；你知道将来的某一天，一点又一点，它们都消逝无踪，那时你的自我一点不剩，生死难明；
选择你的未来，Veronika，选择人生。
