We’re All Mad Here

Thanks to a wonderful post I found. I now have an art project in mind. I feel a little bit useful, but most of the time I’m useless. Why am I still living? Death never seems to come to those who want it, why? What is the grim reaper’s problem? I don’t have a job. No employer wants my dumbass, and I hate him, her, or whatever it is. Tried to join the military, and they don’t want my dumbass either.

I feel like a parasite, just consume money and food from others. If I was gone no one would have to waste their tax dollars on me. We’re overpopulated, so wouldn’t taking my life solve the problem? All I do is ***** and moan, and everyone is tired of it. If a dog is in pain, you put it down, so why not a human? I guess that’s animal privilege. Here, I thought that pets had it worse. You know that if a person picks on dog until he bites him, the dog has a risk of being put down. Happen at the kennel, I worked at years ago.

Mommy and daddy can’t take care me forever, or that’s what people have told me, but I think that by the time they pass away I’ll be an old lady and who cares what happens to you when you’re old. My credit score sucks, and it’ll go down even more because I can’t pay my bills, and you know what when has my credit score ever helped me? I don’t really spend that much, and never really needed to rent or take out big ass loans. 90% of my debt is college, and where did it get me, nowhere. I also have a medical bill, but it’ll too go to the collection agency. I just keep wasting money, so solve the problem! Put me down. I’ll give you my address, if you promise to humanely put me down like a dog.

People keep accusing me of talking, when I know that I’m not. My month is isn’t moving. It’s weird. I am crazy, and I don’t even know it. Sometimes, I think my pets are worried about me. I’m only one who takes care of them.

What is my purpose in life beside consume things?

This isn’t nice of me to think or say, but I had to go to my agency, and I see this mentally retarded girl. She was nice, but I was wondering why are they letting her continue her miserable existence? The Spartans, if there children born with a disability, they would murder them behind the bushes. I think it’s humane. Heck, maybe I would have gone. They can’t do much, and I know how that feels. I realize coming to this agency. That most of people who come are retarded, and here I am. I’m a fucking idiot, who thinks she’s intelligent. Yeah, I’m not a nice person.

I may not get married or have kids, but maybe I can have a shitty apartment, all to myself. My mom doesn’t want me living in a shitty apartment because that means that criminals will be lurking about like I’m scared of them. My apartment
doesn’t have to be big, have decent furniture, pics of women with beautiful robots, figures of T-rexes and dragons, and I would my two cats and dogs with me, though apartments have restrictions on pets. I could do my work at home though a computer and never have to look at my boss. I doing volunteer work at home, and I like it. E-mail my work to my boss, and he or she or whatever it is sends my next assignment. Every once in a while I go out, but most of the time I leave my door locked with the windows covered. When I’m feeling lonely, I grab my sex machine. That would be paradise.