Random rant

Life is fucking pointless.
You have to find a job to provide with basic needs, because the street is hard and you'll starve and die.
You also need the job to stay sane, without it you do nothing all day but ruminate the bad thoughts and realise how pointless life is.

Also when you come home, you are tired enough so you can sleep and not have some weird insomnia fueled with the bad thoughts at night as well.
Tomorrow you'll be sick and diminished, after tomorrow you'll be dead.
Everyone you love, you'll lose them, either they'll die or you will, there is no effing escape.
And I? I can't even find a job to make life bearable, I'll be either on welfare or homeless, I have anxiety, and a phobia of driving.
I have ups and downs, right now is a down...