Try to make ends meet, try to find some money, then you die -- "Bitter Sweet Symphony", The Verve
I feel like life is one long torture. No way out. A long broken road leading to death and oblivion. I'm on my knees, my friends. I just can't take this. Weirdly enough, I'm not suicidal, I'm just worried I might not have what it takes to survive in this world. I don't want to survive, though, I'd like to live! Why is it that so many of the people I see go about their lives and make their dreams come true while I struggle and struggle? I go through some pretty horrible phases, I call them "cosmic nihilism attacks". They drive me crazy. I'd like to write some more, but I'd be overstating my point.