So I was thinking

That if I died, that if the accident succeeded in taking away my life, so many people, so many would be relieved.

But then another side of me is telling myself that most people would end up depressed and distraught. Like life was being sucked out of them.

So even though life is a struggle and many hardships come my way every so often, I'm still breathing, looking, seeking, searching for a meaning in life.

Because my only exit out of this existential hell is death.