So what?

and i finally realise that everything i've done so far is fucking useless.
fucking meaningless.

so what if i a frequent clubber?
so what if i love alcohols, until i can barely have my conscious mind?
so what if i practice free sex, and i couldn't even remember the name of the person that fucked with me?
so what?

i'm just doing what normal me will do.
without constraint.
without guilty.
without unpleasant emotions that bother me all day long.

i'm not a good boy.
and i need not to pretend i am, anymore.
fuck you.