Steve - Is Angry

I'm going to use this place to document my anger now. At least it's more productive than fucking depression all the damned time.

I'm so... upset with the world, with my culture specifically I guess. It's pathetic. It really really is. I'm talking, of course, about recreational drugs (inc. alcohol).

Here's a hint: if you don't feel something, perhaps you shouldn't be. If you want to feel euphoric, go seek out something substantial, something real, something that will build you or your world rather than trash your very limited time. There are feelings drugs cannot give you, and they are all the better for it. They are genuine, experienced only by people who are truly experiencing. Even and especially the feelings drugs can give you are far more important when they are in context.

Imagine a life without whatever your drugs of choice are, and then you'll see what's wrong. What would you do if there weren't any drugs to act as pressure valves? FUCKING DO IT. I am so sick of being cheated out of living life with company because other people would rather settle for the easy option and fortify their pointless lives with drugs than actually fucking... live.

Go fucking dancing, go listen to music so loud you can only hear the beat, go medicate your mediocrity away. It's fucking pathetic. I am so close to just blanket giving up on drug-sluts. I don't have enough life to waste on you.

In fact, it's not even drugs at all. It's people who are too fucking spineless to actually LIVE, drugs are just a painful, obvious, and debasing reminder that this is the case. Forget your career [aspirations], your parents, social pressures, whatever it takes, and do what you actually want to do. Otherwise, kill yourself, because it hurts so much to see you going to waste.

I hope we can share it, but it doesn't seem likely.

I can't describe how much this hurts me.