I wish I could hate myself. Then at least I could feel like I deserve this never-ending string of disasters that is my life. I wish it were me who was the fuckup, and not the selfish, apathetic, incompetent pieces of trash that make up such a big chunk of society, ruining it for everyone else. Then at least I could feel like I deserve this.
Each disaster is just bad enough to make me want to die, but not quite bad enough to either kill me or make me kill myself. So I’m trapped. 27 years of the same shit in different packages, with little […]