I just did some dishes while listening to Raven Said. I enjoyed the music, danced a bit to it, but now I'm feeling down. Prospects are bleak. There will never again be anything to look forward to. At least that's how it feels like. I'm pretty sure that's right. The plague killed my last hopes.
I'm about to go to sleep, but I wanted to write something here first, I had lots of thoughts running through my head while I was in connection with the water, but now it has all gone down the drain. Now there is nothing.
I haven't been doing anything productive lately, and it's eating me. Not that me doing anything "productive" has ever been anything more than a joke, anyway. I am garbage and everything I have ever done is garbage. I hate myself.
I wish I could do something...
Something...
Different...
Better...
Something real...
I wish I could do marketing. That's the only skill that is worth anything.
But I am not worth anything.
I wish I was special.
But I'm a creep.
I'm a weirdo.
Good night Gothic Net.
