I think about dying but i don't want to die ,not even close. In fact my problem in 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 wasting every second, even now i'm writing this when i should be out there,i should be living. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble existence and i can't quite figure out what the hell i'm doing or how to get out