Dark Star

I can't sleep at night. My brother is dead. My teeth are rotting out of my mouth. I've put on weight. I barely speak to my family who are hundreds of miles away. My routine is always the same. I live in New York. I work for a powerful company. I'm surrounded by mindboggling wealth on a daily basis. I'm afraid I'm addicted to pornography which I find much easier to deal with than a relationship. I do things to punish myself. Frequently I think that life is a pointless exercise in which we dedicate the bulk of our energies to keeping assholes happy. I owe so much fucking money in taxes it's laughable. I make so little but it's easy to imagine otherwise in the circles i'm in. It's good talk at dinner parties, but the truth of the matter is that I'm a poor, desperate, miserable sap who is barely getting by. I've been thinking lately that maybe I'm an alien hybrid, that would explain everything.