I give up. Fuck this shit. Life, you win.

There are just some days I wake up and I can't tell myself, "You're a winner, a fucking champ." Those days seem to be growing in number rapidly with the passing days. I feel myself becoming more and more of a drone, a mindless insect, a useless blob. That actually depresses me quite a bit. I don't even feel like writing it so fuck that, I'm going to sleep.