There are days when I'm tired of the suffering that life is and I long for death more than anything else. There are days when I do all the things I'm not supposed to do, in a childish attempt to challenge fate and flip it the bird. There are days when I find some form of depraved satisfaction in the pain and I dwell in it while longing for it to get worse. However, most days I just want to drug myself out of my mind because I like the drugs and the escape they provide me with. Why bother living when nothing can interest and amuse you anymore?
