"Life's shit really isn't it," he sighs. "That's how I felt, I just wanted to close my eyes and never have to open them again," he whispers. "I couldn't deal with it, the hopeful life we all dreamed we would have as kids, all gone. Life doesn't have happy endings, we all die anyway, why not make it sooner than later?" He question staring into my eyes. I've come to realised how broken this generations of teenagers actually are.