For a while, I was becoming something. I was becoming somebody that my Mother could be proud of.
For a while.
Now I am working towards nothing. I have become a fucking loser, a waste of fucking space, a fucking burden. And I have nothing to fucking live for, yet I have convinced myself that I do not want to kill myself. I spend all fucking day at home shooting the shit, pitying myself for what I have fucking become. I have become fucking worthless.
I want to just go. I want to go as far away as possible and keep fucking going until I find the farthest corner away from home to continue rotting.