Tfw you just keep getting to think how you’ve mostly been constantly single and almost never went out for the first two years of college and literally all you gained from the loss of your youth was an analytical understanding of how awful the world is and how it’ll all end. 

Like, wtf, I’m 21 and listening to other people my age partying and having fun and I’m still at home fantasizing about dying in some revolution that might never come. Like, maybe I should just fucking kill myself now and get it over with, half of this revolution shit is about my desperate desire to finally fucking die and escape my loneliness anyway, fuck the pussy shit, if I believe my death should be filled with suffering then it’s evil for me not to go get a steak knife right now and stab myself in the throat.