And every day is just the same...

Its been a terrible life... I just got myself fixed, being abused by drones isn't fun... I suppose Nietzsche is correct in his assessment that the master race is dying out... I am stuck, and need to get a damn adviser... I can't seem to make decisions worth a damn anymore, so I just stir up chaos... The irony is that my sensitivity to pain was my only saving grace... Seriously what the hell am I supposed to do? I am tired of making decisions on my own... Its not like I can make sense out of anything, I just roll around and that's it... Meh... Just another goddamn drop in the bucket... Maybe I just like pain, and don't want to admit it... I don't know anything, I am just a kicking ball. I just roll... That's it... Isn't this fun!