How many times have I thought about this? I practically had a mental breakdown today. I had to walk back and forth across my bathroom with the door shut, pounding my fists against my skull. THIS is not what I want from life. I don't want to go to school, just so I can get a job, and a house with a white picket fence, and a husband, and children. That's not living. I need to be different. I need to escape.

• I want life to show me that people do care about other people.
• I want life to show me that there is still beauty left.
• I want life to give me an adventure.
• I want life to write me a five word poem called 'My Life' that I can read aloud at my funeral.
• I want life to sprinkle some spices over my skin and stick my head in ice water.
• I want life to sing to me in the rain.
• But most of all, I want life to hang onto my hand by its fingertips and look me in the eye before it drops me into the abyss.