Recurring themes
Christmas 2012 means I'm 26. Nobody gives a shit. Nothing changes. Nobody respects me as an individual. Nobody takes me into account when they make plans. Nobody respects my opinions. Nobody respects my wishes. I bite my tongue so much that there's perpetually blood in my mouth. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone. They wonder why i never keep in touch. I'm just the kind of person who is and will always be better off alone. Born alone, die alone, nameless. I know what drives people to suicide. Nobody knows of the days when i legitimately considered it. Nobody cares. I live within my means, which are extremely limited. Nobody praises these things. People praise ambition and greed. If i ever reach a point of affluence, it will be mine and mine alone.