Someone who questions life

Sometimes, I question why I'm still alive. I'm not suicidal or anything, but I figured that I'd somehow die by now. I guess that that means I still have a purpose to fulfill.

Do you ever feel confused about why you're still alive? It's not that I'm eager to die, but I'd rather not live for this long. Living isn't the most pleasant thing sometimes.

It's too bad; I guess I'll just have to keep moving forward until I eventually wither away. I hope that my death is quiet and beautiful. I would say that I want to end up in heaven, but let's be honest, I'm not making the cut.