Couples, people who got everything handed to them, people with nice lives and privilege, pampered careers, and all other pieces of shit who owe their success to being planted in front of the finish line.

I hate life and I hate you. You inherited happiness and success. I inherited brain chemistry and trauma which will never allow me to be happy. An illness which will never be validated or taken seriously by anyone. The only thing that lifts my spirits is knowing that an existence cruel enough to do this to me is kind enough to perhaps one day see you as broken and utterly fucked as me. Go rot.