Reality, hate, 4chan, pot, age, and depression.
I've noticed that as time goes by, I progressively hate life more and more. It's getting harder and harder to actually enjoy the things that I say I enjoy. I feel like lights used to be brighter, so to speak.
I now browse 4chan, digg, etc. like all fucking day desperately searching for laughs, or god forbid something that actually turns me on enough to get a boner to either pester my pothead lazy gf to fuck me, and if that doesn't work after about 2 or 3 mins I'll go off and spank it by myself so she doesn't have to bother.
I browse profiles on myspace, wishing and hoping that I'd meet great people like I see getting online all day, I don't even care, I look at men & women, not sexually either, just to I guess 'live vicariously through their profiles' as sad as that sounds. I end up never messaging or commenting though, as I feel like I'm just a diseased, worthless, unfit piece of shit, and that I'd only end up bothering, depressing, or creeping them out.
But even then, I can see those parties that I've been to, and see the people I want to be, and even they seem like they've got the same lack of spark in their eyes.
It's like one day I'm actually going to stop breathing, and not care enough to do it again.
I just want to feel alive again. Not sad, or pathetic.
Is this normal?