I am f*****g angry that god, or chucky darwin, or whoever the f**k it was , made me the way that I am. I have asperger syndrome--which is for me, a truly regrettable, and disabling condition--. (And to add insult to injury, is apparently the favorite romanticized, and deluded excuse of every worthless, pathetic loser(especially on the internet), as to why they are a worthless, pathetic loser - this troubles me greatly, as it exacerbates my anxiety and shame) And I also am a manic depressve. ...I would say I am very much a misunderstood character. As much as I enjoy life in my good times, I do often wish I was never born. Hey, by the way I don't give a s**t that there are famished children in mozambique who would love to be in my position, so don't give me that same old BS routine that I should be thankful for what I have got. It's all luck....it is all fate....I don't have to give f*****g thanks to anybody! f**k You! I deserve charity as much anybody, I am very troubled. Just because I appear to be relatively normal, does not mean that I am not disabled in a very serious way; that I am not deficient in the most basic of skills that most people take for granted.... I am tired of people's BS advice, and of their motivational speeches. Not a single person that I know, in my judgement, has any frame of reference, or business in telling me what I should do or think. No one in my family has ever really attempted with any enthusiasm, to foster my creativity, or to help me develop my natural talents. I resent that deeply. All tthing told, Psychoactive drugs are the only thing in this world that have ever given me hope, motivation, or the ability, to acheive anything of signifigance. Drugs are the answer. Yes, I am angry. Yeah, I am mean. Deal with it. My only ambition in life is to make a lot of money creating great art, and subsequently, to snub members of my family and anyone else who took a part -however insubstantial-in quashing my dreams, and killing my soul.