It means nothing. We are overgrown bacteria. That is all we are. It just so happens we exist. That's it. We're able to ask these questions because we've evolved to a point where we're intelligent enough to ask these questions. It's all ****ing bullshit. I want to ****ing kill someone. I fantasize regularly about hacking down everyone I come across. I fantasize about starting a group, a terrorist group, highly trained individuals and killing everyone. Invincible, without a need to ever rest. A bag full of ammo. Grenades. Rifles on my back.
I need to get this off my chest.
I am a misanthropist, and when I think about it, I love it. I feel wonderful when I think that humans, one day, won't exist. All ****ing gone. Humans, will one day, be extinct. What a thought. I hate the lies people tell. I am unattractive. My family says I'm not. But when someone who is clearly better looking than me comes on the TV, my aunt for example always makes remarks about how ugly they are... yet she calls me handsome. I stopped her from doing that anymore, though. I knew it was bullshit, and that's why I told her to stop saying it. I know what I see in the mirror, and I know it's unattractive. Big deal. I can't do anything about it. I can't change it.
I'm not upset. I'm not crying. I haven't cried for nearly 2 years. Before that, I can't remember. I haven't been in public since November 2008, when I quit college because it dawned on me just how little I give a shit about life. Nothing has changed. I have put on weight, and have become quite an evil person. I really couldn't care less about my mother, or any member of my family. If they all dropped dead, it wouldn't matter to me. I spent 1 1/2 years in my bedroom, only coming out at night to get something to eat. I didn't see my mother for 1 1/2 years, even though we live in the same house. I can't make you believe that, but I promise it's true. There is so much wrong, I couldn't begin to explain. I can't explain. Only I know what's going on in my head.
I am living in misery. I have never had a social life, but I don't care. I have never had sex. I used to care about that, but not anymore. I have never kissed. I think about that, but it's not something I get worked up about. I have never cuddled a girl. I want to feel closeness sometimes, but I despise myself more than you can imagine.
Music with a beat has less worth than music without. I have realised how important REAL music is to the picture of life. I would like to kill someone to Penderecki. The man is a genius.
There is a weightlighting bar in the corner of my room. Tied to it is some industrial-strength rope. Luckily I have a loft entrance in my room. I will slide the bar into the entrance, so it's locked in there. The rop will then hang down, in a 'T' shape. I don't even have to leave my room to kill myself.
I cannot think of anything else at this moment in time. I'll post more, if I think of anything.











