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.