Note From the Future: If you've just stumbled across my blog, I advise skipping ahead a year or two (at least) in posts. If that doesn't suit your morbid curiosity, then let me fairly warn you that what follows is a lot of bitter "I hate my life" monologues. Blame high school and growing up goth.
I have come to the conclusion that everything is quite frankly, pointless. Okay, so it's not like I just had this massive ephipany a few moments ago. But it's been on my mind all fucking day. I was thinking this as I drudged through my work AGAIN wondering if I'll ever catch a break. A well resounding no boomed in my head. It would be nice if I was worth something besides the work I get done. What a pity. Heh. How I love that saying "Life's a bitch and then you die". Not that death will make things any better though. Either I'm gonna be burning for an eternity, or I'm going to be utterly nonexistent. Gee, how exciting.
Not that life is all that much better. But I think I covered that in my little "pointless" rant. Heh. That could be taken in two contexts but whatever. Bloody hell. Everyone else should just die and leave me alone. THAT would be bliss.
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