Don't get near me, I'm contagious

I feel like I'm just a communicable disease, and anyone who comes into contact with me is worse off because of it. All I am is a burden to other humans. I'm a pessimist plain and simple, and no one likes pessimists.

I don't want to shave because I want my exterior to be as heartless and rugged as my soul, perhaps as a warning to everyone. I've infected too many people already.

I don't even know how I have kept the friends I have. I picked them up before my soul was crushed, and I guess they stick around due to habit (and to abuse my basement, for the most of them).

It's hard to not be pessimistic when you've experienced something as wonderful as I once had, and realize that nothing will bring you even a fraction of that joy for a long, long time. I don't have much to look forward to.

Listening to... Face to Face - Disappointed
Link of the moment... Brampton school teacher shot