So every day I wake up and I have to drag myself out of bed, because I'm in too much pain. I don't want to be around other people. People are terrible and they spit on me for fun. Okay. But my chest hurts, and my legs hurt, and I'm exhausted. I feel like an ancient person.

I'm waiting on an employment/life decision, which I don't really care about. All I really want is an easy, semi-happy life. I used to be an artist, but I haven't done that in months. Why bother? Why share with people who fucking despise me? I'm like a dying dog, slinking over to the nearest corner.

I mean, man, my life has been one long string of incest and social rejection. Too much pain. Horrendous. I hate people, but I hate myself more. I look at myself and I see human garbage. Literally. Someone needs to sweep me the fuck away already.

/vent