I've had a lot of alone time, and I've been thinking about life. It seems like the purpose of life is to tease us, by giving something so enjoyable, but then we are always stripped of this thing we love so much eventually. Knowing that I am going to die in the next hundred years seems so depressiong. I also feel like getting a job is stupid. Its as if we work and work all our life, until we are too old to get out and have fun. I have been thinking that I would rather live on the streets and not have to worry about morgage, tax, and bills. Everyone has been asking why I am so sad lately, but I never want to talk about it in fear of my thoughts making their life depressing also. I need someone to help me realize why I choose to live, just to die later.