I already feel like 2019 is going to be a repeat of last year. I am still depressed that I don't have a girlfriend, I still haven't written any songs or stories, I still haven't drawn any comics or atleast even characters, I still don't have a college degree, I still don't have a career, and I still live with my mother. The year is going to end up with me still suffering and still stuck in a rut.
I hate that I was born into a culture that told me to avoid drinking, smoking, and inking up but those things are actually mandatory for socialization.
I hate that I was told to be a gentleman if I wanted a girlfriend but the girls I liked only wanted hyper aggressive monsters for boyfriends.
I hate that I was told God had a plan for me but I am now 30 and I am going nowhere in this life.
I hate that I have Aspergers and how it's deprived me of everything.