when i experience a flicker of attraction for another person i go burn my fingerprints off on the stovetop to punish myself for my wretched immoral predatory ways
Oh yeah. That alcoholic, semi-depressed dude with So much repressed anger He could pop a vein Any minute, any day? Nah... He's just a bit miserable, that's all. Personality disorders are for Women!
How am I supposed to chase after honest to God happiness and free myself from the shackles of my own past if I'm fucked in the head at a fundamental fucking level. I'm emotionally stunted for Christ's sake. How can I not be a miserable piece of shit? Fuck this
What's the fucking point, anyway? I'm scared of death, sure. But all roads lead to eventual demise, no matter How bad you don't want it. What's there to do in between? Writhe in agony? Alright.