I’m angry. With myself, with the people around me, with this disgusting gluttonous planet. No one cares, no one even looks as their fellow man starve and scream for help to save their dying, sickly children as they wither away to dust. The richest of men are the selfish of men. People are pigs, maybe that is why our anatomy is so similar. Sympathy is a word of the past, replaced by greed and selfishness. But if we do chose to leave this hell hole behind, what lies ahead? We’ve been told that suicide sentences you to burn in the eternal flames of hell. We are force to rise above the rest, be the light in a dark, pitch black place. Be the good we want to see in a world of evil. And if this is all true, where would we even start? There is so much ground to cover we would die just trying. Is that the point? We should die trying to fix the worlds problems and flaws? Or maybe we too should just turn the other way. Maybe that’s the only way to be happy, to be oblivious. If that’s true, I’d still rather die. My therapist once told me that I shouldn’t carry others burdens, but is the world not my home too? I’m so ashamed to be labels as “human”. "It’s human nature", "it’s just the way people are". If this is true, I don’t want to be one. I’d rather be dead.The only regret I hold for skipping out is that I won’t be around to watch it all burn.