I'm just so disappointed in everything. I'm a perfectionist and I know that I'll never be truly happy with anything. I know that I will never be at peace with myself. I know that I will never be able to accept how flawed the world is, despite all of the other good things that come with it. I know that I will never be able to fully wrap my head around just how BIZARRE this whole "existing on a giant rock in outer space that orbits a star in a universe that could go on and on forever for all we know" kind of thing, and the fact that humans keep reproducing just because they can.
There is a constant, never-ending void inside of me that I've never been able to satisfy even remotely, let alone fill completely. I crave companionship, intimacy and emotional fulfillment, but feel fundamentally unworthy of love. I'm terrified of abandonment and I've sabotaged anything good I've ever had going for me, because I'm tortured to the core.
I don't feel like I fit in with the rest of the world at all, and to be honest, if what I see out there in the "real world" is what it means to fit in, then I don't really want to. All of this importance on money, possessions, prestige - none of it matters to me. As far as I'm concerned, literally nothing fucking matters in the grand scheme of things, and just the fact that I exist is a massive waste of time.
I'm tired, I crave a level of peace that only death can provide, and I take comfort in the fact that when I'm dead, I'll finally be left the hell alone.
I can't wait to get the fuck off of this planet.