My life is like trying to breathe while a pair of strong hands are enclosed around my throat forcing me underwater as I stare into their cold dark eyes, or like being thrown into a lame full of piranhas, while I try to escape life shreds my apart piece by agonizing piece. My friends try to save me from the quicksand of my mind but I just pull them down with me. Life has some good parts like granting me the chance to walk across the road with it being stricken by a bus, but sometimes I wish I were unfortunate. Life is hard.