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I lost all of my walls, so I don't have anything to post that is related.
I have come to the conclusion that I am destined to die alone and destitute. Nothing seems to go the way I envision. I hustle my ass off, always looking to be a better person. And for what? Love life nonexistent. No friends to speak of that I care enough about. No career. Soon to be homeless because can't find a job that pays a living wage.
Everything seems stacked against me. It's frustrating as hell. I try to stay positive, but there is none in the world. It begs the question "What's the point in living?" Are we all masochists? Why do we persist in suffering?
What-the-fuck-ever.
