To make a long story short, I generally hate most people, I trust virtually no one, I don’t allow myself to be ‘weak’ by expressing emotions/crying/asking for help, I hate kids and got a vasectomy to ensure I can never breed. I’m just waiting for the day to come around when I’m too old to take care of myself because that’ll be the day I end my life. I’ve never been able to picture myself growing old and can’t stomach the idea of being unable to do things for myself and needing help from others. I look forward to this hypothetical day and I’m just waiting patiently because I hate my existence but am too much of a coward to do anything about it now while I’m still able-bodied, but one day I’ll be unable to get out of bed, or be unable to dress myself, or be stuck in a wheelchair, or my brain will begin to degrade and I may lose parts of my memory; that’ll mark the day I’m officially done with this whole ‘living’ business. I’m safe for now, but thanks for reading my vent