Drunk, depressed, lonely, lurking on /r9k/, reflecting on the inevitability and finality of death and how I'll never change the fact that by my 18th birthday I'd never lost my virginity, never had friends and that I skipped my prom. I haven't even posted up here or interacted with anyone online in weeks. Solitary confinement^99. I don't think my counselling is helping me either. Shit never fucking changes. Fact.
Oh yeah, and I almost forgot to mention a close relative just checked herself out of a hospice. I thought that was a good sign, but it turns out she "wanted to spend her last days at home."
She apparently said "we all have to go some time."
Nah, I have a good memory and a lot of knowledge, but that doesn't make me smart. I have none of those logical skills. Could never get my head around science or computers or the like.