I thought about it once when I was younger. I had moved from Alabama and had a horrible time adjusting. Just couldn't get along with anyone. Things were messed up at home too and I just thought my life was fucked. The thought would enter my mind occasionally but I never entertained it or plotted out how to do it. Ultimately I learned that all the people that gave me grief didn't matter in my life and there is nothing in this world that can happen that can't be overcome somehow.