A Very Special Infinite Story
You realize that you're all alone in this shitty cesspit of a world and you can't rely on anyone else to make you happy, so you take a page from your self-centered parent's book and decide to focus on yourself to make yourself happy.
You attempt to write dark poetry, but you suck at it. You can't even rhyme right.
You attempt to play dark music, but you suck at it. You're completely tone deaf.
You attempt to paint dark pictures, but you suck at it. You have no talent whatsoever.
Having failed in your hobby attempts, you begin to cry a lot wishing you were never born since you're a great big loser. You feel so much pain and just wish you could make yourself feel better somehow.
You attempt to write dark poetry, but you suck at it. You can't even rhyme right.
You attempt to play dark music, but you suck at it. You're completely tone deaf.
You attempt to paint dark pictures, but you suck at it. You have no talent whatsoever.
Having failed in your hobby attempts, you begin to cry a lot wishing you were never born since you're a great big loser. You feel so much pain and just wish you could make yourself feel better somehow.