You'd think that being afraid of dying would suggest that you want to live but... I don't. Each day it becomes harder and harder to find a reason to carry on carrying on. I have heard all of the reasons before: don't hurt the people who love you... well what if nobody loves you? If there isn't anyone to hurt then... When I was younger I made a list of all the things I wanted to achieve before I die - looking back over that list, not a single one of the things is achievable - not even if I live for the next fifty years. If you can't achieve anything that you wanted in life, anything that you dreamed of, then what is the point of continuing? The world is already overpopulated - I am using up resources that are simply wasted on me. There is no longer anything I can contribute to the world, humanity... to the future. I am a drain and a burden and society would be better off without me in it. When death is the logical solution to the problem - not only to my own but to those that I burden... then being afraid of it is just one more cowardly weakness - one more sign that I am not worthy of the life I am pointlessly clinging to. I just need the strength now to finish.