1.) I have resigned myself to the fact that I will be one of those “forever alone” types: I’ll have friends and family, but there won’t be any “love of my life” or “soulmate” stuff happening with me. Some people just aren’t made for that kind of love I guess.
2.) I kind of hate my mother. This is chief among a number of reasons why I am likely destined to burn in Hell.
3.) Sometimes I think about dying, or think to myself “I kinda wish I was dead.” Not that I’d ever take my life, it’s just that I kind of don’t care much about the whole “living” thing.
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