I may not actually be old, but I feel like it.
Life so far has been a long, long journey, and it seems like I'm an old man, sitting there ready to die.
But I know I've got a long time left, and I almost don't want to.
I know I'm usually a smartass around here, but thinking about it, I really have been through a lot more than I want to.
I've been kidnapped before, lived a long time alone, I've never had a real sibling other than my mom, I'm an Aspie, thus people are also find me odd, I've got ADHD, I'm Hypoglycemic, I'm just ready to go to sleep and die during it.
But I'm not going to, because though I've certainly not had a good life so far, I know that there is happy memories down the road, and once I die, I'll die content.
Am I depressed? Am I an Emo? No. I'm not depressed, and by extension, not Emo. I know not why, I'm just not. I tend to think of this time as not my entire life, living under hatred and countless problems, but rather a wall. A Wall I that wants me to be depressed, a wall that will win if I commit suicide, it is a wall that will take a very long time to break, but given enough time and will power, I can break.