This is bullshit.
What the heck am I doing anyway?
I hate everything and I want to die.
I've wasted my time. I have no talent.
I can't be creative publicly ever again.
I need to get out of my contract.
I'm not the real deal, just a try hard.
Most of us are not actually alive.
Sometimes you meet someone that feels like a copy of another person,
not thinking, living, breathing, just emulating.
We think we need to kill ourselves
when it's capitalism that's killing you.
The last thing we can own is to die.
I want to die.