The world me and billions of others live in is confusing. I don’t know what to do with my life. I think I’ve figured out the answer to die young. I’m not going to amount to anything anytime soon, I feel like I’m drowning so imagine when I’m all grown up and alone in this society. My parents are old and I want them to be happy they’ve worked so hard all their lives. The only thing I could possibly give them is to pretend to be alright. But for how long until I grown more tired? I want to be happy the only time I enjoy myself is when my mind isn’t really here. It’s why I love sleeping and reading so much I’m in a whole other world. So on my 25th birthday after my parents have died I’ll go to sleep peacefully and never wake up. Just like in the song I’ll want red sweet roses and to burn my body into nothing more than a pile of ashes. Is it so wrong to want that?