Life is so restricted.
You reach a certain age and then you're suddenly bombarded with expectations to fill and the only way you and everyone else will be happy in life is if you get grades above average and grow up and work as a slave to society and earn money and get married and die rich and successful.
You have all of that time which could have been used to explore the world and do reckless things like, I don't know, jump into the ocean, drink until you faint, sit around and admire the stars, but you can't do that because people think you're a failure and utterly nuts, because you don't make sense to them and their organised little minds.
I hope with all my heart that in the other world, heaven or whatever you believe in, you can lie around and do everything that can waste time and it won't even matter because time doesn't affect you anymore.
I can't wait to not exist.