Well, here's before 17 long years:
I hate it. My life is just short of a travesty. I despise it a little more than I despise myself, how uncanny. I have no clue what's kept me going for 17 years, I should have seen it sooner. It's absolutely laughable. My educational ideology is but a blunder. My aptitudes? Nonexistent.
My life is stupid. It's not bad, it's just stupid; I've made it stupid. I have single-handedly ****ed up my life by doing nothing bad, but by doing nothing at all. I can't change the past. I can't change the present. One can say that I can alter my future, but answer me this: What future? I haven't gone anywhere in life. I've been in the same place all of my life, not caring, and it can't be undone. People have given me pointers, advice, dissuasions, admonishments, whatever, and I've always seemed indifferent. My faults.
I'm a happy, mirthful person when I'm not so pensive, right? No. My happiness is just as ostensive and deceiving as my life. When I encounter "happiness", there's always something wrong. It's always too good to be reality. I should ignore it, but that would make me an exceptionally dull person, right? I might as well be. It wouldn't change me for the worse.
I really don't know what it's worth anymore. To take the gift of life, but not have any clue what to do with it. To use it to only my full benefit would make me seem parsimonious. To use it to fully benefit others would make me a sycophant. I'm aware that there are multiple interpretations on how life "should" be, but life is ultimately what you make it. I haven't made anything of my life, so do I have one? Am I at all alive? I feel like an enigma half the time, especially when I'm thinking to myself, and I think: What's worth anymore of it? I'd rather give my life to someone who would actually put it to use, for any little thing, which would be collollsal compared to anything I've ever "accomplished" thus far. I'm at indecision. If I was hasty to choose, I'd just say to hell with it. I'm done. I give up. I'm wasting the time of everyone around me.
That said, happy 17th birthday, you insignificant loser. One year closer to your demise.