Welp, Ive finally reached the point in my life where I no longer care about living in this world. I have been promised hapiness and betrayed one two many times. Now as I approach middle age, I am sick with a disease that cannot be cured. I have lived my life as inoffensively to those around me as possible, I've tried being a good person, and for my efforts I've been awarded loneliness, poverty, and frailty.I don't really want to die however, but if it happened, I don't think I would care anymore. I don't feel any sense of self preservation or obligation to continue to follow society's rules. I think I'll just max out a bunch of credit cards and run off to live aimlessly somewhere cheap, entertaining myself as much as I can before the sickness ultimately ends me. My parents will be ashamed of me, but we're all going to be dead in the end, I don't think it really matters in the grand scheme of things.
>>85855522thod says this boring
