I am nothing, I have no identity. I'm just an amalgamation of the mannerisms and speaking patterns of whatever internet personality I consumed last. What's even sadder is that my imitation of a personality is being broadcasted to nobody except myself, it's nothing other than a narration to my boring, pathetic life.
In a desperate bid to fulfill the egotistical need to 'have a hidden talent', that once discovered will change the entire course of my life, I write down these banal thoughts on this forum, in hope that after I commit a hypothetical suicide, my post history will somehow be discovered and revered for its insightfulness, a self aware glance into the mind of a tortured artist, and I will become a martyr for other gay losers.
This is all unequivocally true, but in writing this out I hope that I'm somehow rewarded for my ultimate self awareness, maybe with some epiphany, a magical solution to my troubles, but this will never come. My suffering has no meaning, it's not some personal journey I must overcome to find salvation, my pain is banal and permanent. My job is manual labor, I'm undeniable a serf, except even serfs had families, It's a lot easier to be content with menial toil when you have a loving wife and children at home. I was given no lot to rebel against, I have zero stake in this game, I'm a loser, I lost. It's over.
In a desperate bid to fulfill the egotistical need to 'have a hidden talent', that once discovered will change the entire course of my life, I write down these banal thoughts on this forum, in hope that after I commit a hypothetical suicide, my post history will somehow be discovered and revered for its insightfulness, a self aware glance into the mind of a tortured artist, and I will become a martyr for other gay losers.
This is all unequivocally true, but in writing this out I hope that I'm somehow rewarded for my ultimate self awareness, maybe with some epiphany, a magical solution to my troubles, but this will never come. My suffering has no meaning, it's not some personal journey I must overcome to find salvation, my pain is banal and permanent. My job is manual labor, I'm undeniable a serf, except even serfs had families, It's a lot easier to be content with menial toil when you have a loving wife and children at home. I was given no lot to rebel against, I have zero stake in this game, I'm a loser, I lost. It's over.
