I am a young man stuck in an old body. I wish I were 21-25 again, I was a God. Now I am broken, and my body has betrayed me.
Sometimes death does seem to be the best way out, the easy way out. It's not, and that thinking is wrong, but when you feel utterly and completely useless, those things creep into your head.
Bah. My sugar must be out of whack, depression and all that.
Meh.