I am dismayed to have lived 20 years only to realise that instead of living life, I have merely experienced pre-life.

And to my shock and horror, the presentation of life is on an unsavory platter of offal, and my gut retches at the sight.

Oh, help me go through life. Oh, how ugly it may get.
You have a plan and a purpose for my life?
Then in that case, I must say,
in the wanderings of don quixote,
in the portance of basal beings,
I have no other path but yours.
Only your way looks like it will lead out of this dead life.

This dead life.
Give me hope to live again.