Limits

I'm still here somehow. Is this the potential of the human bodies will to live? I was thinking about why I'm still here. I see no need to be. I'm hardly ever happy it sad. There's nothing in life that I'm particularly attached to either. I decided that I have no joy left in this world so why must I be forced to stay here. Is this what he'll is like? Everyone ignore me. Maybe if I'm not noticed then I will truly be on
My way to freedom. I'll be the guy whos face won't ever be recognized. I'll be a real ghost. Then maybe the laws of nature will eject me from this life. I'll push myself beyond the barriers of existence and remain outside the cycle. Perhaps I haven't suffered enough in this life.