Everyday I feel like I’m slowly becoming more misanthropic unironically, except that I already am misanthropic.
Not as much as a psychopath, but I really hate certain humans and it keeps growing every year. I know not all humans are bad, but at the same time it’s always the toxic ones that are the loudest.
I feel like free will is sometimes an illusion with stuff such as ‘being gay is not a choice’, ‘never asked to be born’, etc. everything is a repeat, when I think something will change for the better, it always goes back to status quo. It never ends, like my parents fighting almost every several weeks, my """brother""" never changing his entitled control freak behavior since 13, insufferable people leaving horrible comments to me almost daily, no one believing the things I went through even with proof, me thinking things will get better, etc etc.
Somewhere between 2024-2035 is genuinely what I believe to be my life expectancy. I can’t pretend, I know that I will commit suicide one day. Not now, but eventually in the future. I’m sorry but it’s true. I hate this world, I hate how worse it’s getting, I hate myself, I hate humanity’s horrid side that still lives on, I hate ClunkyDot and UncleRegz and my involvement with the pico fandom, I hate my previous toxic friends, I hate how my life is, I hate my voice my face my history, the hypocrites, etc. I refuse to use internet lingo and gen z terms to describe how I’m feeling, I’m done.
Despite the negative outlook, I still have plans for the future if I have the motivation: Finish and publicize the UncleRegz/ClunkyDot/Pico fandom callout, post Pico AU and Zerty AU content, start drawing more, stop being embarrassing online, continue dealing with detractors, contribute to donations, etc again.
But even then, me being positive is pointless. I’ll still continue to live one doing things to cope like drawing and playing games, but the reality lingers on.
TL;DR: I’m becoming too far gone with my will of living, but I still continue existing.