I've been thinking a lot about this for about a month now. We work, make money, pay bills, buy food. Then we spend the rest on satisfying our latest craving. The newest phone, the latest car, in the case of our little group here, the latest girl. What do we produce? What are we doing to better ourselves collectively? Will our contribution to society matter in a few years? Does it matter now?
I look at what I do. Every day I help people, but it honestly doesn't seem to matter. There's little gratitude and no recognition. I'm just another faceless tech-monkey.
Gods, I'm starting to understand cutters. You slice your skin and the pain you feel is actually real, not just this unbearable nothing, this worthlessness in your head.
There's no real point to this, just need to air out my screwed up brain.
I look at what I do. Every day I help people, but it honestly doesn't seem to matter. There's little gratitude and no recognition. I'm just another faceless tech-monkey.
Gods, I'm starting to understand cutters. You slice your skin and the pain you feel is actually real, not just this unbearable nothing, this worthlessness in your head.
There's no real point to this, just need to air out my screwed up brain.