07/11/2011

Life will always shit on me. Push me around and leave me nothing but scraps. I’m always going to be a loser who has nothing. I’ll always lose out to other people. Always.

There’s just no point in trying. For anything. Fuck life.

I’m so close to just beating the shit out of anything or anyone right now. Luckily it’s 1AM so I wont be running into anyone. But God, I want to break something.

One day, everyone who has ever crossed me is going to get what’s coming to them.

One day, I’m going to kill someone for saying the wrong thing to me at the wrong time.

I’m super frustrated at life and everything about it. It’s just a giant shitty pointless experience. All this pain and suffering for nothing. God has so much to answer for. And none of it is justifiable.

My existence is a mockery. A torture fest. An ant under the magnifying glass in the hot, hot sun.

I can’t handle this shit.

I just can’t handle this.

I need a purpose. I need a reason. I need SOMETHING. ANYTHING. I NEED SOMETHING TO GET ME OUT OF THIS. I CAN’T HANDLE THIS SHIT.

Fuck everything and everyone.

Everybody leave me alone.