The thought of death plagues me everyday.
The cycle of life goes like this:
Get an education, get a good job, have a partner/marriage/kids, then die.

I’m prostitute living pretty comfortably. So I’m forcing myself to pursue hobbies and things that make me happy. I’m so grateful for the money I make, because I know people don’t make enough to support what they want to do.

I feel like I’m in some sort of crisis, and get into anxiety and depression.
I want to be passionate about my hobbies and stop letting social media discourage me from having fun.
I f****** hate Facebook yet I’m so addicted to people’s problems at the same time.
It makes me feel toxic. People are becoming more and more retarded and insecure

Meaning isn’t finding a partner for me.
We’re all gonna eventually cheat. Emotionally and or physically.
& I hate lying. I’ve lied to family and friends, and feel like absolute scum for betraying my family. But at the same time it’s none of their business.
I do not owe you anything just because you decided to f****** procreate to find meaning in yours.

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL OF THIS, UNIVERSE?!

At least let me be a number of things in this lifetime.
I could be a famous cosplaying h***** that makes 8bit music, as well as be Tyler The Creator’s b****.