I sit here wanting life to end, in someone else’s eyes my life is perfect. I could have what I want out of life and I’ve conquered so much also. I should be happy but am not. I live my life as a routine with moments of enjoyment. It doesn’t seem worth it to me. Not my life doesn’t have worth to live it but in the context of everyday I wake up and don’t know why I do it. There is no reason for me to be doing anything. Just that I am doing. Family and friends are just normal people to me. Just another ant in a maze. How can I be sorry if they are gone if I have no real appreciation they are here. I can be as society but I am nothing like them. I’m nothing like those are reading this right now. I am unique not by individuality but I am evolutionarily different. I’m not from earth.