Things don't get better with time, they get worse.The life I live now is a far cry from what it was as a kid. Friends have left in droves to be popular and the remaining ones have grown colder and indifferent. I'm isolated from most human contact so I spend my time wandering aimlessly in my increasingly insane thoughts. Things are not going to get better. They're going to get a lot worse. Assuming I make it to my dream, I'll be a friendless dreamer imprisoned in my own mind. People like me are not successful. They don't have families. They don't have friends. They are treated with scorn and fear, and if they are remembered at all, it is only as a vague recollection of a miserable outcast that was best avoided or as a notorious criminal.This is my path. I don't want to be sixty years old and have nothing but regrets and hatred. I don't want to die having felt so much denial and sadness. No matter what I do, I will cease to exist forever at the moment of my death. Everything that I am will be gone. No emotions, no thoughts, nothing whatsoever. There's no reason not to take a shortcut and distribute my atoms to become something that doesn't feel pain or loss.