pointless friendships

i'm having no luck making any friends, and it still seems so stupid and pointless to me, i don't need friends, i need employees, but find one human who won't get insulted at that, while they're supporting a system that does the exact same thing. figure that one out.

i'm starting to think the only way for me to make an actual worthwhile friend on this stupid planet... i'm gonna have to force it. and i have no idea how the fuck i'd do that, i'm not benevolent. no matter what you think.

i hate this fucking life. i've never felt uglier or more invisible, and i've been ugly and invisible my entire life. so no, you wouldn't know what it's like, i'd bet you every dollar you'll ever see, i don't see any other guy looking quite as lonely and fuckin' sad as me. no, i see every douchebag with a bag of meth being mister social.

ladies, i'd love it if you could figure out what the fuck you want out of this life. and please choose anything but 'money', 'meth', and 'security' this time, please. you don't think it's a little unfair that you can walk around and get what you need just because you were lucky enough to be born with tits? you don't think it's a little unfair, that you can get a taxi with a tit, whereas if we wanted that same taxi, we'd need a million dollar suit, a fat wallet, a gq face... i truly don't think anyone else understands this simple concept, but...

you ladies... when guys want to sleep with you, you need incentive. do you not?
do diamond rings and handfuls of cash and limousines and pampering make it easier?
like you haven't already made one bad choice in your life, you act as if this one would kill you.
you look at me, and i see that quick thought flare through your eyes. 'nope, i'd need insurance'.

but... when you ladies actually notice a guy and want to sleep with him... you still need incentive!

what the fuck is wrong with you! you're sick!
make up your fucking minds! decide what the fuck it is that you want in life!
you think your job is to... get jobs... vote... be equal... dress up for work...

i'm of a different theory...

you're ladies. i feel like you were put on this planet to do the exact opposite that men do. that way, there would actually be love on this planet, and it would be easier to acquire. sorry, that's the way i picture things, but i'm high on my god's logic, so take me to jail. you wanted equality. you wanted jobs. you wanted to vote. you wanted someone to think you were beautiful.

there ain't one fuckin' soul on this planet that thinks i'm beautiful. you know that?

do you think that's fair?

you wanted the comfort of knowing that someone else thinks you're beautiful.

why the fuck couldn't you be happy with that? cause guys don't have that. we never will.

but let the lonely guy rot in concrete hell because he's too ugly for you.

what the fuck is the point of living this stupid fucking life in this childish fucking world? if i'm just meant to be this invisible and ignored for my entire life, what the fuck is the point?

i stuck around this long just because i was hoping someone might like my ideas?

how fucking stupid does that make me look?

...
i hate this fucking life.
why do i ever open my fucking mouth.
i'm invisible to women.
if i don't have meth and cash, they refuse to see me.

am i not allowed to be unique?
why do i have to dress like every other guy?
why do i have to be who you tell me to be?
why are my ideas not worth a moment of your time?

how repulsive am i?

i hate everything i see.
and there's no way out of this nightmare.
you're all having fun buying products.
with no clue that buying products is not my idea of fun.

you tell me 'get a job'.
you tell me 'put some pants on'.

didn't bob just do that?
why don't i try something different?
can i have your permission to be brave?
can i be daring enough to break away from you, dear master?

you have no idea who i am or why i oppose you.

someone please wake me from this nightmare world!
i'm not having fun in this stupid plastic product filled playground of yours!
you blame me for not thinking of something better, no, i blame you!
how stupid of a mirror can this argument possibly be?
but watch my delusions get offended at the very concept...

where's the end of your life when you need it?