Well if it'll help your notes, life isn't worth living for me. It's a little more complex than that but it's difficult to explain. So for example, when I was maybe six or seven I begun telling people I was ready to die, that I was just here on Earth waiting to die. Because at church I learnt that you could go to heaven and have all the root beer you want, but you can't kill yourself because that would be cheating.

So until I was old enough to form my own religious beliefs, I was patiently waiting to die, living day by day just waiting to get hit by a bus. I liked root beer that much, I think if suicide wasn't meant to bring you to hell I would've tried killing myself as a kid.

I realized now it's not very different, I'm still waiting to die, keeping busy in the meantime.. but isn't that all of humanity?