I Give Up On Everything

Life just hates me, I should just stop trying. Life doesn't want me to succeed. It's made that very clear, giving me as many mental problems and as little money as possible, and making me have a fucking mental breakdown every week - 2 this week. There's no way I can start a media company or create an entire species like this! It's not a question of if things will go wrong, it's a question of how will they go wrong. Will I have a meltdown in public and bash someone to death and end up in jail for life? Will the government send me to a mental hospital for being attracted to animals? Will I finally overcome my fear and kill myself? Will my ideas get rejected by some executive at GameFreak who owns the copyright to Quilavas? Will I run out of money and end up homeless on the street? I'm just giving up now, there's no way I'll succeed. I'm just going to be a useless waste of Oxygen. If I'm smart enough I'll take a few too many tablets and end this tonight, but I probably won't be, I'm too much of a fucking coward. I don't know why the fuck I'm even here. What did I ever do to deserve this shithole of a world? How can all you normal people be so happy when so many people are either dying of starvation, war or disease or so depressed they wish they were dead already. What a terrible universe we live in! Fuck it all. I give up. There's no way I can make this any better, I'm a monster who should've never been born, and so is this pathetic excuse for a cosmos.