I gave up on life years ago but good things happen to me every day no matter how shi**y life seems. I give up every day but then when I get out of bed in the morning and walk downstairs for ice by the time I get back in my room life seems worth living again. I don’t need a point to live. I don’t care if I have no purpose. I don’t care if my life seems meaningless. I don’t care if I feel my life is hopeless. I don’t care if my life seems empty…I couldn’t care less, I’m still going to do what I want to do and when I live like this, for some bizarre weird reason I can’t explain I am happy and content a lot of times during the day.
I was miserable a lot when I was young before schizophrenia. I’m happier now then when I was a kid. Maybe I am just too dumb to know I shouldn’t be happy. Maybe I am just too unaware of what’s going on to be miserable. But whatever I’m doing seems to work. (even though I hate my neighbors, lol). (Naw, they’re pretty cool, lol) (but I wouldn’t trust them any further then I could throw them).