And life is just a cruel joke. A never ending cycle of pain and anguish with little glimmers of hope or joy sprinkled sparingly in between like a 2 minute commercial break during a day long marathon of suffering, anxiety and gloom. It’s a joke that’s gotten so tiresome. The folly of man is thinking things could be worse or that they will get better. It won’t. We were all doomed from birth. Our biological clocks have started ticking to our inevitable demise. Now supposedly, this great gift of time is to be made the most of. And that’s the cruelest part of it all. From dust you came to be and to dust you shall return. But here, suffer during the in between. Enjoy the intolerable ride of everyday life you masochists. I wish I could just give whatever time I have left to someone who truly wants it. I exist only to be life’s pawn. To be it’s jester. I will never know what it’s like to be a noble, I’m just a peasant piece of trash. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.