waste time
I’m tired of life at the moment. Everything seems to suck and all I ever do is worry about dying. When I think about it I really don’t have anything to live for anymore. The only thing that I have to live for is making money and buying things. Even that isn’t satisfying. I guess you could say I’ve failed capitalism.
My fortune just was:
Don’t despair; your ideal lover is waiting for you around the corner.
Which is really fucked up because I was just thinking about something like that, my previous post kind of reminded me of the whole human reproduction thing and I started getting somewhat annoyed by the whole thing. Yeah that’d be easy, find some girl and have kids and have my only reason to live to be to extend the gene line. That’s stupid.
Maybe I’m overly simplifying things but I don’t really care because all the in between shit is just that, shit. All this stupid ass chemical reaction bullshit is pissing me off. It’d have been so much easier if instead of being human I was a cat, so I could sleep all day and then randomly go crazy and then go back to normal as soon as it seemed all hope is lost. That’d be pretty cool.
This is a waste of space. Really, it is. In fact I hate everyone. It’s true. Everyone always thinks I keep things bottled up well now they’re right. I secretly hate you.