The discussion

*piano music starts* Me: I feel like I'm dead. I would rather be dead, because it's more peaceful and maybe I could find more contentment. *piano music stops*. No seriously, this is how it is. *The demons of society start speaking: It's because there's something wrong with his mental condition. He's suicidal. The truth: I'm not like that, I'm just telling the truth, life has nothing good for me, it's much more a bad thing as opposed to a benefit. Life is just suffering, nothing less. Society: He's mentally unstable because he's not normal like us. The truth: I'm fine, I just realize how horrible life is. Society: Life's fine The truth: Life's indescribably bad. This isn't funny. I couldn't make this up. Might time not continue anymore, would be the best thing for everyone, especially me. Everyone on Earth has a good life compared to me; I feel jealous of depression and despair now, for I don't even deserve these kinds of high states.