A Thought On My Life Expectancy

It almost is enough to make me cry when the people around me scoff at my risk-taking. I put myself in dangerous situations. I do things I shouldn't. I lead a life of chaos. I'm numb to whatever pain it brings me, anyway. Maybe not so much numb, actually. Rather, indifferent to it. It's just another emotion to me. I live this way not because I want to be different, but because I fear losing time. Losing control. Losing everything. What's it to all of them; they've got seventy years in front of them. I, however, do not. Don't make me repeat this. Please.