pure, unadulterated loathing for life.

it's ironically funny; how each day of my life seems to compete in
winning the title of Worst Day Ever. i have lost all hopes already and
i just want to throw my diary away because i CAN'T WRITE anything good
in it.i don't see myself as a pessimist, no. EVERYTHING is going badly
and that is the point of it.
i even want to just wash the dishes right now. But, (hip hip hurrah)
there is NO FUCKING SPONGE. I know, without looking back, or by simply
looking at my bed, that this whole life i am living is a concrete
figure of endless INCONVENIENCE and i feel like doing nothing but cry
my intestines out while drinking acid as teardrop-refill.
i hope i end soon. Please please please.

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