I'm like the walking dead. It's like I can't find any real joy in life. The things I "enjoy" to do are simply done to distract away from the glaring blob of misery that makes up this existance. How could I be so stupid as to get knocked up knowing what a fucked up mess of a woman I am? How could I continue this human tragedy? And my sons father is an idiot. I don't love him. I don't even like him. There he is--sitting in prison while I rot in my own personal prison. We are both stuck inside a prison for which there is no escape. I find myself hoping to turn on the news one day and find out that nuclear war has broken out. So all of us vile human parasites can just fucking die already. Everywhere you look you see sickening human cruelty. It just gets worse and worse. It's no wonder depression is more prevalent than it's ever been. Then you have religious people spouting off about how they have all the answers to why we're here and how we should live our lives. How wrong they have it. True wisdom is realizing just how fucking clueless we are. Not that it helps you cope with human existance. I'm just so sick of life.