The hunger. It consumes me, and is satisfied only by doing so. My stomach growls at me like a mad dog. The Great Depression has hit, and there is nowhere to run. I sit at the table, waiting for food when there is none. The banks plummeted, leaving us with nothing but a shirt, pants and a cardboard box. Our future is unknown, but can only be gloomy. The only way to live right now is to die, leave the torture, the struggle to get by. All I can do is leave the world behind. As I die, I will say goodbye to the world, and during my last breath, I will hold my head up high, knowing I'm going to a better place. Today I will live by dying.