I'll be glad when I'm dead

know that this is a depressing title for a blog. So let me make it clear, I am not depressed. I am just sick of this world. The more I experience on earth the more I realize that this is not my home. I am so past the fear of dying. I long to be home. I hope for home. It's not like I am going to jump in front of a bus or anything. Suicide is such a horrible thing. I just am just content about death. I am content with the life I have led thus far. I have made mistakes, I regret them but I wouldn't take any of them back. They made me who I am. It is so fufilling to step outside the boxes of this world. The world is filled with plastic molds of how you are to grow up and how you are to live life. I don't want that. I am a simple man, with simple faith and simple love. I don't want the world. I want home. I am homesick.