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I am damaged, a thing tarnished by the world and its unnatural creations. I will be the first person to admit this. Like most people, I have gone through the stages to this point in my life when I need to decide what is best for my future. Perilous phases that I have bypassed through pure luck and hardness of soul – I like that. It’s perhaps a bit untrue, but I have prevailed. You can all say that: you have prevailed. Every day it seems you either hear or read/see about a person committing suicide, killing their attachment to this plane of life.

My mum often looks to me for explanations to this, especially when it’s a younger person, as if I can understand what would possess someone to kill themselves. Individuals will act as individuals. Our society is a doomed thing. It will be broken in time and will fade into nothingness. Hopefully, when the time comes someone bold will strike up a new way for our species to continue in a higher manner. Who knows? I would predict it to happen sooner, rather than later though. Will this affect suicide rates, for example? It’s a hard question to answer. If we do change the world and it makes it seemingly better, will that satisfy everyone? Sometimes people make me think they enjoy being unhappy. I sure as hell don’t. It sucks - royally fucking sucks.

How do you defeat unhappiness? You keep calm, bury your feelings into the deep part of your body that is your soul and carry on as if nothing is wrong. Eventually order will return and you will become happy once more, forgetting why you were unhappy in the first place.

Taken from here.

Internet, fuck your so called "Upper Class". You are not worthy of honorable mention or notoriety based on your salaries. You do not wipe your ass with toilet paper emblazoned in gold. Covering yourself from head to toe in diamonds does not give off the distinct impression that you are someone with an air of importance. As a matter of fact, it makes me want to rob you for beer money. Internet, why do you perpetually insist on defining yourselves merely by your monetary worth? I could give a flying fuck if you were an heir to royalty or the Chief Executive Officer of Apple. If the company you keep is worthwhile, then you are considered to be a worthwhile person. If the company you keep fucking sucks, congratulations, you're a douchebag with nothing to look forward to but a future that consists entirely of dying alone and being intentionally ignored.

Why is it that the wealthier a group of individuals; the more absurd their tastes in dining? This whole concept is fucking stupid. There is no such thing as a fucking "dinner party". You either have a barbecue or you order a fucking pizza. Dinner does not and should not consist of four courses coinciding with 18 pieces of silverware. Finger foods and H'orderves do not exist. Internet, you want a finger food? Fine, they're called fucking french fries. Go ahead and spend $300 dollars for your little tin of fish and clam entrails. America, you know how much fucking beer $300 can buy? I do not care if you are capable of ordering a $400 bottle of Cristal. What you can do for $400; I can do for 20 bucks and it won't taste like third world urine.

Your transportation does not define who you are. Internet, why do you spend ridiculous sums of currency on automobiles which are composed only of recycled soda cans, lawn chair plastic, and asbestos? No one gives a shit about your foreign concept car. Your piece of shit hybrid costs more in electricity than it does in fossil fuels and you should have been born without legs. You are not a socialite because you are seen behind the wheel of a Mercedes. If you are constantly chauffeured from place to place and see no problem with this, you should share a wheelchair with Stephen Hawking. Your limousine does not make you a figurehead of wealth and envy. While the rest of the world is behind the wheel, you are encroached into the back of a giant log of shit on wheels which is being driven around by an individual who dreams of head on collisions that end with you abruptly flying through the windshield.

Internet, the clothes you wear do one thing and one thing only, succeed at hiding every single one of your physical flaws and imperfections. Why spend thousands upon thousands of dollars to hide behind a suit made of imported fabric when you're too fucking stupid to pronounce the name of the designer? What sense is there in owning a 1,000,000 sq. ft. home when you cannot even come to close to maintaining it? Buying a home with a lawn you can't mow because it's on 160 acres and ceilings so high you can't even change a fucking light bulb means you probably should have been swallowed pre-conception. Living in a home you have to staff with illegal immigrants does nothing but give you the employee equivalent of Wal-Mart. You go ahead and live in a place that requires a map to find a toilet; meanwhile I'll walk the 15 feet to mine and take a shit.

Internet, loan me 10 bucks.

And you'll not be disappointed here. Tis the start of something...rubbish. However, it is I, so who is surprised? Hmm?