priviledged my ass!

I am frustrated, hate it all, this moment, this life this struggle that makes no sense... I have no credit for my phone, no food in my fridge and no money in my pockets. What do I do in this big city like a beggar? I am a beggar and I work a fulltime job, I am a beggar that doesn't even have the priviledge of freedom.. I stay in that fucking prison all day long, with my fat ass on that fucking chair, with my eyes alienated in that fucking screen.. I feed corporations to go on with their exploitation, I feed greedy mouths of those who think they found god cos of the bmw parked in their garage. And if I want to make a useful thing.. I don't have time for that, not anymore.. and if I find time, I don't have anymore energy to do it and end up crying of frustration. again frustration, frustration frustration frustration... this word I hate so much!

I sound like a teenager, I know but I can't imagine my life like this.. I can't imagine myself in this fucked up prison.. I'd rather die die die die die die.

If this is life, please kill me god. I keep on waiting for that car to hit me on my ride to work... and bang! Mom please don't cry too bad..

burst

When will you all understand that I don't have a problem with working?!?!?! I only have a problem with being institutionalized. Stop telling me that everyone has a job and that's the way it is!!! Because it shouldn't be like that... my life shouldn't be 9to5 in a prison..

I'm not lazy, I just dont like capitalist structures!

Uf!