Vent #5

A year ago, I used to think that I'd have a stable job, have a adorable apartment, idk a boyfriend that let's me rant about my favorite anime. 

And all I'd have to do was just try to live, and be "happy". 

A year later and I want to kms EVEN MORE.

Yeah, working at a job that pays 6$ a hour, totally sounds fun and doesn't make me want to cry. 

The only thing I feel like doing is staying inside my room 24/7. 

I could rot my brain away in peace. 

The only bad thing about wanting to die is that you have to give up the only things that keeps you sane. 

Making out with bots on C.ai, watching tv..

I would list more but you get the gist. 

The only reason I say I'm not going to make it past 26, is because there's really nothing else to live for except beer. 

I'm not gonna make out with my co-workers so he could like me more. 

I try to relish in my teenage years or whatever. 

But FUCK, everything is so water down and depressing. 

And the few times it's not depressing it lasts for like a few seconds. It sucks.

My future is looking awfully bleak and sad, and yeah it's bad 

But it's like dude it makes sense at this point.

Like a house costs 5.8 million dollars, and jobs pay us 2$ a week. 

And your telling me we aren't fucked?

It doesn't matter how many pills I take, I still keep living without even feeling the side effects. 

Holy shit if you ever want to torture someone just force them to live. 

No matter how many pills they take, they still keep living. 

I mean except Benadryl cause idk..