Another shitty night. I’ve had to deal with my friend telling me his good friend died last week. Everyone is dying. I might as well be dead too.

Feelings of worthlessness, depression, and anxiety. I’m listening to Frank Ocean for the first time (Channel Orange) and I like it. I don’t see the point in living anymore. I might as well be dead already. Tomorrow, another day of work. I wonder if I will get laid. That’s my mission. Sex as much as possible. Relationships are for boring people. I can’t fucking believe I was brought into this world. I wish I wasn’t.