I want to spend my life in the fast lane. Become a criminal, a street racer, sex and drugs then die a glorious death like a movie. I fully understand what will happen and the risks I will take but I do not give a single damn about it, I am not scared of death and would despise to die of elderly age. The only reason I do not pursue this path, is out of empathy for my parents who have raised me dearly and lovingly, and could not bare to see me this way. And this burden is making me more and more unhappy. Fuck is wrong with me?