I grow old and im still alone. Just eating and swimming. I meet a fishing boat and the fishing net cuts in to me. It hurts but they let me out again. They let me out again so i can "live long and prosper." But when they leave i meet a shark. It bites into my shell as i hide in it. I can hear it crack above my head. The shell snaps in to two and i feel the sharks teeth drilling in to my flesh. And my last thoughts are; at least i did'nt get children, because they would have lived the same life as me, always in danger. Then i wake up to reality again. And i realise: Why should i live for another 60 years if i die in the end no matter what i do. That was my last thoughts as i cut my wrist and jumped in to the ocean. I died in the ocean, just like a turtle.
