20 years

"Where do you see yourself in 20 years?"
Answering that question truthfully has always been difficult for me. Especially at school, I mean, how do you tell a teacher that you're going to be dead by then?

Imagine the reaction of the poor teacher who just heard a 10-year-old say they're going to be long gone by the time they would hit thirty. That teacher would phone the school counsellor, who would give them a long speech about how precious life is and all that shite, and then proceed to inform the kid's parents that their son or daughter is having problems. Later that day the kid would get the second speech of the day from their parents, this time about how loved they are and how they should start seeing a psychiatrist.
Sound like a shitty situation to be in, doesn't it?

And that, ladies and gents, is why I haven't talked -or even written for that matter- about this subject before today. I just don't want everyone around me fussing about something that doesn't bother me or affect the quality of my life in the slightest.
And let me make it clear: I am not suicidal now, and I definitely wasn't at the age of ten. I just know I'm going to die young. Simple as that.

The thing that makes me different to a lot of people with these kinds of thoughts is that I'm not scared or anxious about dying in an accident or anything of that nature. I've always "known" I will die in peace when I want to.
And before anyone points out the obvious, I'm aware that it's impossible to know exactly how and when you're going to die. Anyone could be in a fatal accident, get murdered, get a terminal illness, anything. Especially if you're very prone to accidents, like myself.
So let's just say that I hope I can trust my guts with this one.

Let's just hope I get my 12 years.