D—

Never knew there were so many dicks 

until I turned 30. Everyone’s out to get everyone 

fucked over. Survival has been cemented cuz we’re all 

losers. Any excuse I can find to say I’m a badass or that 

I’ve contributed, I’ll take it. That’s what I say. The reality 

all around me is hard to look at, and if I let it sink in 

to the bottom of my brain, I’d come unhinged. 

I’d be ruined so hard that killing myself wouldn’t match 

the depressing, crushing truth—and wouldn’t do my misery 

justice. 

  

We’re such dicks 

to be living like shit on this fucking speck suspended in the nothingness 

of nothing.  Better watch out—wake up—chill out or else 

only those who could kill or be killed will understand that 

it doesn’t matter. Imagine a world of monks coming to the same conclusion.