I keep going, day after day, doing the same old bullshit while I wait to be crammed into a dorm with three other people for the next two years who will come and go and be replaced and whatnot. All so I can get a career in forestry to make me money while I go try to get a proper biology degree. For what? The only reason I do this is literally with the hope that humans will launch me off the planet to go die in space and maybe see some cool shit before I die. I have no hopes nor prospects for love, and I’m damned if I have a family.
I just wish I didn’t have to worry about this all the time. I wish i could be happy, or at least not always on the verge of tears, like everyone else seems to be. Life is like a bad highschool school day; I just want it to be over with already.
I’m… I’m just going to go pound a nice big bottle of honey lager and pass out. I’m sick of thinking about it all.