Curse of a life

Today I really, really hate my life. I wish I could escape from it. Just getting up this morning was hell. What should I get up for? Another useless day pretending all is fine and that all the small and large wrongdoings of mine (and humanity) can be undone. Sod it all.

This life of mine feels like a curse. A curse of seeing and knowing. A curse of having children. A curse of been brought up with a sense of responsibility. A curse of inheriting a planet run by idiots. A curse of being pissed. A curse of being able to lead. A curse of wanting to change.

I hate it. I want to sit on a warm beach with a cold beer in my one hand and my finger in the air with other.

Tomorrow might be a gift. Who f–king knows…?