It's all b*ll*cks, it really is. All I do all day is ride the bus a few times. I have nowhere to get to, it just passes the time, because I have absolutely nothing going on in my life. Nothing interests me in life at all, whatsoever. Frankly, I think life, in this reality, is a great bog con, where everyone pretends that everything is okay, when it really isn't. You just need to look at a newspaper to realise how messed up this world is.
I don't know, while I was riding the bus, I was thinking suicidal thoughts, hoping that somehow my life would come to an end, because I don't see things changing, improving, or getting better, as I'm way too stubborn for that to happen. Things haven't reallly shifted in 42 years, so why should they suddenly shift in a discernable way? I don't get that, it's like you're told things are definitely going to get better. Which is based on what? What evidence is there that things are going to get better? No guarantees at all, you've just got to hope that things will somehow improve, but hope is another con, as this life is. It's a con because whatever you try isn't worth the effort you've got to put in. The rewards aren't worth the effort that you have to put in, and pleasures are so fleeting and transitory.
I've had it up to here with this life. And I've had it up to here with trying to be positive or trying to put on a brave face, when the truth is that life totally sucks, and that I wish all of this would come crashing to a halt. And I wish everyone would stop deluding themselves by saying that everything is fine when it really, really isn't.