its all down hill from here...
i have nothing, except for the hatred of myself. i wish i could go live by myself in the middle of no where with nothing but nature, in the world i was meant to live in. i was meant to be alone... theres no place for me in this world in the time and i have no idea what to do about it. i have no purpose. im not made to work 9-5 or deal with people... what does that leave me with? lets go back a few hundred years and then there might be something for me but here and now theres nothing. this wont last long.