Originally Posted by ladyislingering

Same.

I ponder it every year around my birthday.

My life is incredible; there is so much beauty in it.

But I'm so uncomfortable.

There's so much I hate about life in the 21st century. So few things of this modern age catch my attention, or make me feel at ease. Shit, I even hate newer cars from the past 30 years. Nothing attractive, nothing special. Even architecture bores me to death because everything is so plain; everything is homogenized to the point where nothing is elegant or interesting at all.

burn, cvnts. ****ing burn.

I hate people; the stupid way they act, the way they speak, their ignorance, their self-indulgence. I hate the way everyone dies eventually but they still act like their life is somehow important; they act as if they're so goddamn special that everything they do today will matter someday. People are so up their own asses, it's ridiculous. I just can't do it sometimes.

My life is beautiful; life itself is what's ugly.