Another day passes and I'm still alive, as much as I don't want to be. I guess we all must go on and do our thing before we pass on from this world. In the past 22 yrs of my life, all I have ever done is leech off of my parents and I hate it. I hate it to the point where I want to just die. I won't be missed by many people, if any at all. I know that I would miss my friends, but not my family, sad isn't it.