Obviously. You didn't need me to point that out. From my perspective life is a sick joke that has been shown through my existence. I hate existing on this planet, I would do so much good as a celestial being out in the galaxies that overlook this pathetic form of planet. I'm sick of FIVE- year- old kids being better than me. I HATE it! I don't care that they were born with the brilliant genius of a mind. I want that too. Why couldn't I have been born with something exquisite? Instead I'm some fat, ugly, mental, awkward creep, no brains that needs to be destroyed. It doesn't make any sense to me why "average" people are more common and the prodigy do-goodies stand out as betters. I'm so tired of it. It's like we are a dime-a-dozen and the special better-than-yous are expensive merchandise.
I'm not in denial OK? I know I'm stupid and worthless. I'm just voicing that I'm angry that I had to be born with little to no worth and that a five-year-old is better than me; and that all the Mensa members are better than me. I'm sick of hearing about them and every genius in the world. What purpose do us normal folk have other than be dime-a-dozen breeders and give birth to more dime-a-dozen people and never amount to anything. It just depresses me. I'm not saying I'm not grateful for my existence; I'm happy that I have eyes that see, all four limbs, etc. because not every one has that. But I lack brains, I lack qualities that a five-year-old Mensa member has, and that's what frustrates me. It defines my worth and since I lack that then I'm worthless.
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