Life Is Finite

I want to be November 15, 2016 right now, not 2017. I'm in despair I don't feel like myself even at home (I don't feel at home) Only so much time that is finite it will all have to be swallowed like a black hole. My life is being made up of black holes in time. Time is sliding in, taking the beginning and end of my life and make it go down these black holes. I want already to depart this world so that I can have peace, and so that no one will make any commotion of what I'm writing/thinking. I'm 22