I'm getting really irritated with my existence; I just can't help but wonder whether suicide is the answer. I'm merely nineteen years old; I virtually haven't experienced life at all. I want to enjoy life. I want to actually smile and do things that make me temporarily jubilant. Everyday I consume "junk food" and "sodas" in attempt to shorten my life span. I figured by shortening my existence would be a variation of suicide. Again, I'm just fed up with life, but the only thing ceasing me to permanently do so is my premature existence.