I hope that I don't wake up tomorrow morning. I hope I die tonight. I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes. I'm sick of living with no meaning or purpose in my life. I'm sick of living with joyless todays. I'm sick of living in dread of what horrors the future will hold. I don't live, I merely exist and take up space. I wish it would end. I would pray for God to take me home tonight, but I've already asked Him for that a thousand times; and I'm still here. It's seems unlikely that He would grant my request this time when He hasn't before.

My life on earth is a prison sentence. The day that I die will be the die that I get released from prison. I wish it would be today. I truly hate it here.