H B day...

I have no future, no career, no prospects, my soul mate said "fuck you", I have no children, I have little to no physical possessions (even fewer I care about) and nothing to show for thirty-fucking-seven years of existence, at least twenty years of effort with nothing to say or be as a result. I'm nothing at this point, I'd rather be bitching about my "settled" life and it's mild pleasures but instead I have nothing but regret and loss. Nothing. Oh fuck, nothing.