I'm a 19 year old college student living in a shit hole house with my shameless, lazy, cigarette smoking, welfare collecting mother, my sister, and their shedding, shitting, and pissing machines they call cats. My parents have been divorced for years; I haven't spoken to my father in over 6 months because he's a megalomaniacal, one track minded asshole. I don't even bother trying to contact him anymore.
I work a shit minimum wage job with people I care about but can't get close to, because I come off as an over-intelligent, pompous asshole when I'm really just trying to be insightful and friendly. I'm also in love with one of my co-workers; I've told her how I feel and she just wants to stay friends. Despite this, I can't seem to accept it and fucking move on.
I feel like a fucking outcast because of the way I think.
I constantly have to bring myself down to the thought level of a child just to communicate with possible friends and girlfriends.
I get turned down for high paying jobs I qualify for because of my age.
I feel that my opinion doesn't matter to anyone.
I'm the best at everything I do, but too humble to show off.
I'm fucking sick of competing in this god forsaken money rat race.
I want to try and better the world before I die, but I'm conflicted with my conditioned hatred for my own species.
And aside from this little post, I never bitch to anyone. I keep this shit inside because I like playing the part of the all-accepting, ever-loving, good guy of my circle. Everyone can just suck my dick. I'm a fucking closet misanthrope who just wants to have one thing in his life go the way he wants it. But alas, even when I forcefully take the things I want, they just blow up in my face.
Fuck the world.