Everyday I wake up I'm disappointed. Honestly, I'd rather be dead. I might kill myself when I get this business off the ground. I've accomplished everything I've set out to in my life. I'm bored now. I hate everyone. I hate myself the most. Everybody hates me too. That's fine. That's been the deal since I was born. My own parents didn't want me.
I'm not complaining. I'm just stating the facts. It doesn't make me sad. I feel very little at 26. I'm not afraid of the dark. I was born in the dark. I really do enjoy pain because it reminds me of my life. It reminds I'm alive.
I used to try to kill myself as a little kid. It was like a game. I'd drink poison. Jump off roofs. Stick things in electrical sockets. I tried to drown myself. I work out until I pass out. When I did drugs I used to try to OD. My tolerance for drugs is too high. I'd run out of money before I even got close to dying. I used to fight a lot hoping somebody would kill me.
After a while I just stopped. I still want to die. Life is a fukking joke man. Nobody is real. Nothing is real. Love does not exist. People just want to fukk. All relationships are cheap. Communities are tools used to exclude people.
Trust me no group embraces me. The outcasts do. But we're together because nobody fukks with us. I call us the lost kids. We're just out here. We have no ethnicity. No gender. No sexuality. No homes. No love lost or found.
I'm okay though. I'm one of two actual independent people I know. I turn my phone off for months at a time. Because I really am alone. And that's okay. One day I'll go for a run or bike ride and I'm not coming back.
I'll dig my own grave and listen to my favorite bands as I lay dying, alone, with the only person who's ever accepted me. Which is myself.
I can't wait to die.