I wonder... if I told you all that I hated my life, that waking up every day was painful, would you even care? Would you even take the time out of your busy, tech driven, meaningless lives to even notice? Or would you simple say, "Oh, ok," and play it off, like some kind of sick joke. I wonder if you could understand what it's like to have a decent life and still feel the urge to throw yourself out a window, into traffic, or off a bridge. Feeling that no matter how much you try, you can never truly like who you are or what you're doing and that the only reason you haven't ended it yet is because you lack the courage to do it... I doubt it. Go back to your smart phones and facebooks. One day I'll be gone and you won't even notice until your battery runs low enough to pry you away from your precious facebook, apps, or whatever else has your attention at the moment.