I can't even walk up 2-3 flights of stairs, and I live on the 10th floor (even if I go slow and pay attention to my breathing/pace), and I've recently discovered going down all those stairs tires me out. If it's too windy outside, I literally can't breathe. The wind blows into my lungs sometimes in the winter so hard that I can't push the air back out to do the second part of breathing. My mom is 64 and had heart surgery 5 years ago and is still back to smoking a pack+ a day. I've lived an unbelievable life to the point where I've been DESPERATE, even cried praying for it to just be normal and boring.... and STILL my cousin stabs two guys from our neighborhood he paid for sex and to do crack with and that is just what happened in a nutshell, and now EVERYBODY knows I'm related to someone who did that.... Yes, I'ma die. I have lived an exciting life, and I don't need to try to survive all that. I'm gonna go in the living room, sit on the couch with my mom, turn on something we like to watch together, and sit there and die holding my mom. I'll try to contact you guys before I die, but a nuclear apocalypse can kiss my ass and vaporize it.