Get an education, get a car, get a house with a mortgage, have kids, spend 30-40 years paying the mortgage off and then die.

Is there a lesson in life? Or is the lesson that the only thing that matters is that we spread are genes and nothing else does matter? Morals, conscience, guilt and love. Why does it matter to have these things. You and I won't be around a 100 years from now so why the **** does it matter?

People just bore me. You can't be free in this world. There's no such thing as freedom. Society says you're free to do what you want. Really? I'm free to do what I want? I have to suppress the real me just to conform to society. I will age, wither and die and never will I truly have lived. The truth is I will live a lie, and I suspect I'm not the only one. I am admittedly a coward. But it's either be a coward or destroy myself even more in the long run.

So I guess I have to achieve those meaningless goals of getting a house, and working my life to pay it off until some day I keel over. How depressing, to know my choices in life are limited.

Time is my biggest enemy in this world.