I can say things will get better, but I'd be lying. The truth is that everyone is on the downward slope towards death, and sometimes things don't get better. I can say I'm special and have plenty to give. Another lie. I'm not special, just one of billions of people in the world. A piece of meat taking up space. A finite organism. And I'm way too introverted to deal with the world at large. It's not like I haven't tried. My death will benefit the Earth. And me, too. That's the truth.