I’m sure I’ll sound like a typical sad boy but whatever.

It’s crazy to think that everything that I am… my body… my “soul, is all because two people were driven by a biological desire to reproduce. And bam, there I was. 

I can’t even be mad at my parents. They’re just pieces in a much larger puzzle. Puppets, really. And so here I am, another puppet. Hoping death finds me to release me of this existential nightmare.

I try not to think too much about things, but my spirit is crushed. Some force pretty much decided I was going to be tied to this body and consciousness. I had absolutely no say in it. It seems power is always abused, and somehow I ended up on the shit side of things. 

It doesn’t matter how I feel about life or existence, I am powerless to it. Some days get me and I can’t get over how life happened to me. How was I so unlucky?