I tried articulating this before but was unsuccessful.
I don't know what I've been living on all these years but it seems to me that I'm about done with life. Every time I post something, I can hear The Rolling Stones song "I can't get no Satisfaction" playing in my head. People don't appreciate me and I have no human support system because of my ignoramus of a Mother who has controlled my life very cleverly for most of my forty years on Earth. If I post on Facebook, a mass rush of postings come flying forth just to out post me. Noone responds to anything I put out there. What a joke. I've lived a hard existence all these years and no one thinks I've got any wisdom to offer…its really downright offensive to me. I know things about subjects no one even has the courage to talk about, yet the human race treats me like this on Earth.
It was a long time ago that I wanted to help humanity. Now it takes only five minutes of my time and I help everyone to themselves apparently. What is the giving for when there is nothing to receive? I don't beleive my life is real anymore, I've been living on nothing for so long. You, the reader, are nothing but a hallucination and all that is of fragile life is but an illusion. There is no happiness here for people like me…I obviously have to go to get out of this madness. Would that it were only Facebook that's taken its opportunity to outright reject me. No, I have nothing left to offer this stupid world. You people can eat it all up and be sorry for sacrificing the best of us forever and a day. Everyone gets to live except me? To hell with that – I'm going to plan my exit and all the bozos of this planet can cry when they realize their time partying it up at my expense is over. You are all this song except the one singing it.