Yes, the actual Earth is beautiful, blah, blah, blah… That’s like telling a maid she should be thrilled busting her back, because she gets to work in somebody else’s big mansion, everyday.
Anybody else want to kill themselves, not just because they’re depressed, but because they think the whole process of human life is shitty? The whole process of being a human, everyday, is just unbearably dull?
I’ve been depressed, before. This time, it’s different. This time, I’m just sick of this crap. It goes far beyond a feeling of simple boredom, just as depression goes far beyond a feeling of being simply sad.
I’m speaking of the mind-numbing redundancy of being a work-a-day asshole human.
Being a human is so fucking lame, (spare the lucky few who actually get to do what they want.) For the rest of us… or maybe just me… being a human is a movie I just want to get up and walk out on, already.