How to die:

Step one,
Be born to parents that only care for the infant you.
I'm tempted to stand in the middle of traffic just to see if any cars would stop.

Step two,
Let these people run ruin your life by feeding you junky fat food and filing your head with lies about seeing the surface when all they do is hold you at the bottom and tie bricks to your feet.
You grow up only filled with temporary fix of food and music that lets you smile for only the three minutes it plays.

 Step three,
You starve to fit in.

 but nothing is good enough.

 Step four,
You think you found that one, that one that actually cares. The one that would walk 8943062464 miles just for your sake. The one that understands.
The one that gives you proof that you can breath.

Think again.

Step five,
There are better people out there than you. You're just a scum.

That one is now gone.

You don't feel very much any more. You don't eat any more either.

Step six,
You die.

There is no happy ending to your living life. All you do is stop breathing.
The End.