Fuck it.

I just don’t see a fucking point to it all anymore.

Nothing really makes me happy anymore, and what little things that do make me happy will fade away in a few months. My social life is in shambles, I hate my job, and I haven’t been happy for roughly a decade. I’m awkward and creepy and alienating and weak and terrible at everything I do. I’m a waste of space, air, food, water, and resources.

The world and society are awful places. We, as a human race, are slowly fucking over ourselves and our planet, and nobody gives a flying fuck. Some people are born with everything, and the rest of us are stuck with crap. Honestly, anyone not born with some sort of incredible genetic ability or with a silver spoon in their mouth should just quit will they can. Because there’s just no fucking point for people like us. Unless you’ll some sort of freak athlete or you have a massive trust fund,  you’re going to spend your life working your ass off and running in place while everyone else benefits- there’s just no point.

So, I’m done. Or at least I say I am. We both know I’m too chickenshit to actually do anything. So instead I’ll do what every other faux suicidal WASPY suburban kid does, and whine, and be miserable, and wait to die.