When I was an adolescent, I've always dreamed of being dead.

I still dream of being dead today.

Maybe it's a heroic death.  There's a kid walking down the street, a truck barrels its way up, I push the kid out of the way and I get mowed down by the wheels...

Or I take a whole bottle of salicylate tablets and gulp it down, washing it down my esophagus with Mountain Dew.

Or I straggle myself with a tournequet.

Or I use an Ace Wrap to hang myself from the top of my stairs.

Or I lie down on my bed and never move to eventually die of starvation, or an infection from a pressure ulcer. 

There are many ways to accomplish a dream.  People take different paths, and can end up in the same destination...

I think I'm just too lazy to kill myself.  A mixture of being too lazy and too fearful.

Yeah, I am in no position to kill time right now.  Oops!

I probably will end up killing myself before I turn 30.

Words are easier to follow when it is put in other people's words.  Why am I not confident in my own thoughts?

How do you cope with all this?

Work.

Arrest of a stone Buddha

Nothing

Uh oh, the end of the decade...