In the tradition of lifeless losers across the world, I'm making a blog post on my birthday. As I sit here in my office staring at this white text box, listening to "The Beatles - Strawberry Fields", I reflect upon the terrible year I've had, the troubles and tribulations, losses of both materialistic value and of dear family members. Sometimes I wonder what the point of this cycle of life and death is, and if one even really exists. I have come to an understanding, and even an appreciation of this abysmal existence we humans bear, however when facing what is possibly the most depressing situation I've ever had the liberty of experiencing, it's difficult to come to terms with the emptiness.
Why life sucks:
1: We all die. Eventually.
2: Heaven most likely doesn't exist. However, Hell might.
3: Every year you become older. The girls you are attracted to always stay the same age.
If these three aren't enough, you should wear a thorn crown and go join a nudist colony you hippie piece of shit.
Back to my day:
Working on the celebration of your consummation isn't something I'm alone on, but the deeper meaning behind today and the ultimate reasoning behind why I bottle up my emotions and keep them undisclosed, (which is only masked behind the most artificial smile ever mustered) is the true inspiration for my barricaded mind state and psychological hatred towards every living being. Anyway, I'm going to get destructively drunk and cause some chaos all while laughing at other peoples misfortune. Maybe the government will pay for my oil spills, too.
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