>1am
>alone, drunk
>listening to depressing country songs from the 1930s
>in denial about degree of social isolation, waiting for an email/facebook message/any form of interaction/communication
>still nothing
>realizing my past hyperbolic statements about nobody even noticing if I offed myself are actually quite accurate
>still, still here for some reason
>will never have a female, or a family, or any popularity/notability
>clearly destined for something else, some other purpose
>'destiny' is a dumb supernatural concept and humans are born to die
>we all die someday, totally unavoidable
>many lives are mourned when they end
>perhaps lives which bring no joy to others would be better extinguished?
>rambling, not making any sense
>nobody will read this incoherent ramble
>i want to die and believe it would be best for the world
Why do good people pass away while I retain my worthless existence?