Dying

I think about dying but I don't want to die. 

Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, 

I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic.

 There’s so much to see and so much to do but I

 somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. 

I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite

figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it