I lost all of my walls, so I don't have anything to post that is related.
I have come to the conclusion that I am destined to die alone and destitute. Nothing seems to go the way I envision. I hustle my ass off, always looking to be a better person. And for what? Love life nonexistent. No friends to speak of that I care enough about. No career. Soon to be homeless because can't find a job that pays a living wage.
Everything seems stacked against me. It's frustrating as hell. I try to stay positive, but there is none in the world. It begs the question "What's the point in living?" Are we all masochists? Why do we persist in suffering?