People are dying. Because people have to die. The pain and death are sometimes unbearable. Many young people have to bury those they love. Many parents have to bury their children. So much death has surrounded me and affected so many of my loved ones. I go to bed thinking I'll wake up the next morning, I wake up and don't think about it. I get dressed, go to school, lie down, do my homework, go out with my friends and then start all over again without thinking twice if I will wake up the next morning or if today is my last day. I don't live my life to the fullest, it's hard when you're so busy with everything going on that sometimes I just want the day to be over. I feel very guilty, many people around me have lost their loved ones, people close to them, except me; I've seen loved ones lose people they love, but I've never experienced that pain myself. It's hard for me to understand what people feel, because I've never experienced it firsthand. That's why I feel guilty. I have not had to experience the death of a loved one, depression, anxiety, an illness that affected me personally. I feel extremely lucky, but at the same time extremely guilty. I don't know how to help someone who is depressed or suffers from anxiety because I don't understand how people with this type of illness feel. At the same time I feel like