I am 25 years old. If I'm still living a normal life at 27 or 30, I'm killing myself.

I don't want to be normal, invisible, forgotten and not worth anything to nobody. I want my life to mean something. I want my life to matter. I don't want to be trapped in the void any longer. If nothing happens within the next, two or five years, I'm killing myself. Two at most. I've already started making preparations to go about it when it comes. I'm ready. I'm ready for life to prove I'm disposable so I can dispose myself.