I’d like to think everything In life has meaning, such as the reason why I’m still alive walking this haggard earth. I wasn’t health conscious, I ate nothing but junk food all day and admittedly– felt like crap. I wasn’t active, except If you count the amount of time I spent running around campus because some Idiot pulled the fire alarm In the science building… Though I’m not naming any names.

  Psst. I’m talking about you Alex, you’ve really got to stop because It stopped being funny after freshman and sophomore year.

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  I think I’m aging way too fast, just earlier I threw my back out bending down to pick up the mail, I’m only 21!

  Why then am I still walking this earth you ask? What’s the meaning In a poor university junior living?

  Well!

  …Because so far all my attempts to die have failed.

  …Because so far all my attempts to die have failed.