I am one of those people that was supposed to die young. Except I didn't. I was supposed to be that girl that died in High School that everyone looks back upon fondly. The one that went before her time. I never planned for life past the age of eighteen, because I never thought I would make it past eighteen. Now I have a s***** college degree that I can't do anything with and wasted all my money on. I can't find a job or a place of my own. I am 22 and living with my mom and younger brothers who constantly remind me of how much of a low-life I am. I think about my future now and see nothing but misery on the road ahead. Yes, I have some great days now and then that seem to make the meaning of life suddenly clear, but they are few and very far between. I just can't make myself believe that it is worth it. I know they say that "it gets better" but does that really apply to every one?? Are some people not just miserable their whole lives while constantly waiting for it to get better??