Hell’s Name Is Life

Living hurts. The people who used to make me happy now tear away at my sanity, even without meaning to. I watch tons of porn daily, and whenever I go a day without porn I spend it being a lazy fuck. HOW DID I EARN THIS LIFE? HUH? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!!!! It’s like death is a release even if I do go to hell I’ll at least know why. I go to a therapist, take happy pills, and fantasize about me dying. I like to think that I’ll die quickly but brutally so I’ll go out in kick ass way. I pray every day that some maniac will bust into my house and blow my fucking brains out. My mom took my suicide letters away from me so now I’ll have to be remembered as the asshole I was back then. Instead of the waste of space, money, and food I am today. They’re going to blame it on stress, music, tv, and who knows what but they will never blame it on me.