The Obscure

I am feeling very uncreative right now and I despise it. Simple things like blog updates are even beyond me. Did you read that sentence just then? It was terrible. A prime example of how right now, even my poor grammatical skills have failed me.
I'm as hungry as a man who has gone for a very long time without food, and is then presented no food when he realizes how empty his stomach is. I think we all know who I am talking about. That's right, Earl.
Earl should be spelt Rrrl. It's the same thing, dagbarnit.

I see no point to remaining alive. Is there a shutdown switch anywhere?

I tell you guys, I tell you. Man, it is some rough stuff, you know? Seriously, can't ever get a break. 'Specially in this day and age, what with all the hardships and STDs. I wonder why I am the way I am. Nobody can tell me. I feel almost like I have a grudge against my parents, for concieving me. When you think about it, all of this is their fault. If I hadnt've been born, I wouldn't be feeling the way I always feel. And I wouldn't make others feel the way I make them feel. Which would be a good thing all around, I think.
I hate myself. More than anything in the world I hate that my sentience was paired with this dumbass mind and hideous body. Does anyone else ever feel that way?
So long, farewell, to you my friends. Goodbye, for now, until we meet again.
I said so long, farewell to you my frieeeends. Goodbye, for now, until we meet again.
*tambourine rattle*

Screw it.