I think Camus said, "The only real philosophical question is suicide." You either accept the absurdity of life, or you opt-out. I feel like we all have moments when we're fighting ourselves, when ourselves have just become unbearable.
CJ: What's going on? Percy: I need to tell you something. I need to tell you. [crying] You're gonna hate me. OK, um. I, um. Shit. I can't. Um. I'm a horrible person. CJ: No, you're not. Percy: Yes, I am. CJ: You can tell me. I won't judge you. [kisses her]
