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I used to think that way too: I didn't want to die, but i didn't see any point in living. I've come out of that, but i'm afraid i can't tell you exactly how i did it. But now, i just think of all the things i want to see, and do. There's so much, it drives me crazy that i'm still stuck at home. I turn 18 in February, and then i'm gone. So i guess what drives me is the unknown and the determination to know. Otherwise, i still feel dead inside. I'm not emo, i swear, i know that last statement sounded it. I have depersonalization disorder, among other things.