Why should I bother trying to be a good person when I have nothing to look forward to, today, tommorow, the day after that, my entire f****** life, it’s all gonna be downhil and mediocre. Why should I keep being a saint when it’s never helped me out. The only thing I really want in life is a vibrant s***** and romantic life, and I have zero of that in my f****** life. I’ve spent my whole life helping other people and the one time I need help and am about to go completely batshit insane, no one gives a s***. They don’t even know anything is wrong. Theyre f****** stupid, all of them. If they cant see it coming, they don’t deserve an explanation or a chance to stop me from self-destructing. I’m gonna keep crossing lines until the only way to go is straight to hell. I’m so f****** bored all the f****** time. I have no f****** human contact. And I am so f****** h**** all day every day. Why should I keep putting up with that? Anyone who wants me to continue that sort of existence is selfish. I dont care if they need me. I don’t care how evil I am anymore. I need p****. It’s a binary problem. If I get p****, everythings fine, if I dont, I’m gonna f****** explode like a timebomb after 16 years of involuntary celibacy. Thanks Online Gaming! Thanks all you girls who wouldn’t give me physical intimacy but used me for emotional support and a dumping ground for their grievances with their boyfriends. You ruined me as a person. I hate everything and everyone, but I hate no one more than myself. One last hurrah and then I kill myself, whether I get laid or not. Thats how this ends. But as long as I get my s***** bucket list crossed off, I wont take anyone with me. That seems reasonable enough to me. I demand a last meal of p**** and if I dont get it I’m going out with a bang instead of quietly.
