Life is so inconsistent for me. Anytime something good seems to be happening, it just gets fucked over by some weird circumstances that I cannot account for ahead. It is difficult to organize or plan things out because everything is so fucking unstable. I seem to be losing a grip on my life.
I was working at the register late last night and at some point I just wanted to walk out and leave and go anywhere and not come back to anything ever… But what would that do? Nothing.
Millions of people would love to have my shitty life. I do not have physical problems. I get to go to my apartment (even though I struggle to pay for it every month), where I have food, clean water, and heat/AC. I get to sleep in a bed. I go to college, where I get to learn things. In a safe environment.
But sometimes it feels like it wouldn’t matter to have these things, these, dare I say, pointless luxuries. Sure I should be grateful to have them. But with all the other stuff sucking so much, I do not even care about having them.
I don’t even care if I have this life with these basic things.
I hate everything else. What’s the point of living this minimal life?