Nobody gives two figs about people after they reach the "ripe old age of 30". They are no longer "young" then. So who cares if they die?

I will never have people truly care for me in my real life anyway, so it doesn't even matter.

Emotional problems? Heck , that's funny. What's else is in life? Everywhere I look someone says they have some type of emotional problem or the other. We should all just join hands and find the nearest cliff to see if we can fly.

Tired of this life. I don't belong here. I just create problems anyway. Life doesn't even like me. So why won't it release me?