my life sucks. i don't have a job, i don't go to school, i have no friends online or off, i have no real interests besides sitting here in front of my computer. i have books and vinyl records, but they're just novelties for when i get bored or frustrated, they're not real. i obsess about keeping them clean and perfect because i don't really care about them. if i did i wouldnt care about minutia like that, i'd just use them. i used to be such a skinny hyper little kid, now i'm vaguely heavy with no face and no passion. is there any point in going on? is it too late to turn it around?