A lot of people my age get married, start a family, have a career and a house... And here I am spending my days rotting in my bed, wasting away like a corpse, forgotten by the rest of the world while I watch people around me growing up, going their separate ways, family members dying of old age, time flowing without a care for anyone while I'm crushed by clinical depression and crippling mental illness, playing league several hours a day, riding oversized dildos till exhaustion and soreness lead me to sleep, addicted to those dopamine shots that get me high and for a short moment like a fucking junkie, before I fall down yet again in my lows... Dreading being alive, cursing every breath I take for keeping this sick joke going on. It really can't end soon enough, everytime I go out of my apartment I wish I truck would crash into me and smear my innards all over the street, I wish some random crackhead would leap on me and stab me to death, I want it all to end so bad.