I believe that heaven and hell are both feelings. I cannot fathom a life of working everyday, and I no longer see the value of my dreams. I no longer dream anymore and now I’d rather see other people happy. If my parents ever die I don’t know what I would even do. I’m at a loss in life, and sometimes the most reasonable thing to do is contemplate suicide. The mistreatment of minorities especially black people makes me want to die. I wish I could experience life on hallucinogenics all of the time. I wish alcohol didn’t affect the body and make you fat, because if it didn’t kill me I’d be drinking every day.