24 January, 2016
20 February, 2012
pathetic
My existence is a luxury problem.
And I hate myself for it. When I walk the streets all I think is how I am separate from this world, separate in terms of emotions, separate in terms of dreams and ambitions, separate in terms of everything.
I’m nearly 36. WTF? I don’t want to turn 36. I really don’t want to turn 36. I REALLY DON’T FUCKING WANT TO LIVE!
I never feel in control of my life. Everything piles up and I am letting it, time and time again. It piles up until it feels so out of control that I cant possibly turn it around. Then, after much mental anguish and fuck knows what, i manage to pick up the pieces, tell lies, get everything some 80% back on track, only for it to start all over again.
Every day. Every day I feel like this. Every day I live with my cowardice. Every day I destroy my life just that little bit more.
Empy. Empty and grey. Empyt, grey and hollow. It’s unbearable. Because i am such a coward. Such a fucking coward. I have no interest in life, I don’t believe in myself anymore. I am stagnating. I have been stagnating for years. I drift along towards the vortex of downwards spiral. I am pathetic, spineless, ungrateful coward. And I will remain so until the day I die. I wish I had the balls to do it today, to do it now. I’d delete all my documents, all my projects, all my diaries, format my computers, destroy all my paintings. I’d clean the flat, tidy and pack everything up, write a note and then do it.
But I never will, because I am such a coward. I am a bad person. I lie, I am selfish, I’m unreliable, I am untrustworthy, I’m.....
It is what it is. And here I am, behind with work, already planning the lies. I lie to myself, I lie to my family (and that hurts about as much as when I tell them the truth), I lie to employers, I lie to friends, I lie to everyone about everything. I am scum. Pathetic, pathetic scum.
I never arrange things, because I can’t deal with thinking about the future.I never arrange anything, because I don’t know where I’ll be, mentally, financially and everything else at any given point. And I guess I don’t trust myself. So nothing happens. I am paralysed. I am a pathetic fucking coward.
27 February, 2011
OK then
Lies, lies, lies.
I must be mentally ill. I don't feel I am for this world. And it makes existence so infinitely empty. I hate myself for regurgitating these pathetic clichés, I hate myself for not being able to just get on with it, I hate myself for all the lies and the cowardice and the crap.
I find myself gradually losing the power of empathy, or at least the ability to fucking care about other people and their problems, many of which are, in practical terms, much more serious than mine. I worry I have become so cold that I can no longer keep up the lies, that I will one day stop pretending. That I will become fully-fledged sociopathic arsehole. I don't care if people live or die. I don't care about earthquakes or viruses or civil wars or genocide or cancer or rape or murder. I don't care if the human race exists or not. I hate myself because I know the world will always be essentially the same. Because people argue, hurt each other, lie, cheat, steal, dream and hope. Hope of what? We will ALL die. For fuck's sake.
But ultimately I hate myself because I envy you all so. I envy you and your fucking banal bullshit, your emotionally active lives, your meaningless aspirations and unquestionable attitude to our animal instincts of food, shelter and procreation. I envy you and I can never be you.
We all get caught up in the bullshit, it is impossible not to. But when you put it in perspective, it is all so utterly devoid of purpose or rationale. How can you go back after that? To pretend? The depressing irony is of course that I still pretend, too.
Lies, lies, lies.
And so I try to fall asleep, I try to forget about tomorrow. And I know I can't do either. And tomorrow is marginally more shit than today, ad infinitum.
02 January, 2008
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Last year was utter shit. The year before last was utter shit. The first of week of this year has already been utter shit. Utter. Shit.
'How was your Christmas? Did you have a good break?'
Just fuck off
04 September, 2007
RSS feed this you mutha’!
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02 July, 2007
Hannad Hasan - What A Tosser
What a prickface. Thinks he is a big man because he carries a knife. He'll soon know what a big man is when he starts his jail sentence. Complete and utter twatface. He is clearly as stupid as he is ugly.
His only redemption is the fact that he was caught "urinating in front of a teacher".
I hope he gets raped so hard in prison he won't be able to sit down for ten years. They like young cockfaces like him in jail. Hard man my arse. Loser.
On the plus side, his sperm won't soil the human gene pool for quite some time (hopefully never). Look at him. He is pathetic.
Moronic wannabe gangster bastard gets done for murder
01 July, 2007
I hate flying
My phone has run out of battery and I've got 57% battery left on my laptop.
I was hoping to get back to London in time to buy some hard drugs.
On the plus side I have found a place to get free (yes, FREE) beer. As you go through security a CPH airport, head left until you get to the end. There is a hotdog type stand that sells lager and hotdogs. The beer is self service so I figured, fuck it, i'll help myself. The plastic cups are placed next to the Carlsberg dispenser, and no one seems to notice that I fill up cup after cup. Which I am. And seeing as I have a long wait, I may as well get fucking plastered. 3 pints in 20 minutes and I'm getting very irate. What is the deal about airports anyway? Everyone dresses up to the hilt and walk around like it's the fucking Ritz. Big deal. We're all going somewhere, right? So the airport is no different to any other public place.
Just realised I've sent emails to work and it's Sunday. The beer is working. Additionally, I have two bottles of Gammel Dansk (google it), so chances are I'll be barred from getting on the plane by the time (if at all) it leaves. Yawn.
They just made an announcement for a Christopher Cornell travelling to Norway. Are you thinking what I am thinking? What the hell is Chris Cornell doing here? Unless he is playing an Audioslave gig in Norway and is pissed somewhere in the terminal.
The women, needless to say, provide a welcome distraction.