I wish sometimes that someone would just give me the answer to the question pounding at the back of my skull. At this point, I feel like life has no purpose. I'm merely a sack of bones going day by day getting closer to my death. I don't understand why people care so much about living because what good will it do once you're in the ground whether you went skydiving or kissed the boy you like? Perhaps there is a life after death but then what would be the purpose of death? I can't imagine continuing life after I'm finally out of my misery. I'm still in high school and already I'm ready for the end.
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