Why prolong the inevitable? I implore you to end your existence. An existence that means nothing. An existence filled with contradiction and error. Redundancy accurately describes your life.
Revel in failure, failure to contribute anything to the human race. A flawed civilization that does not need your fucking kind.
The kind that over populates this planet that exists in a sea of cosmos. Like a disease, slowing killing the fundamentals of what is good.
So this I advise you, end your disgusting existence. Only progress can be made when you're gone. Your death will serve as a suppressor to an undying plague.