Lost And Not Found

What do you want to be when you grow up? What do you want to do with your life? Where do you see yourself in ten years? We've all been asked these annoying fucking questions millions of times. I'll be the first to say I don't know where the fuck I see myself and I DON'T CARE. That might be the problem but it's the simple truth. What is my purpose in life? I spend days, weeks, and months just sitting my ass wherever I can thinking of what I should do with my life. I've realized if I haven't figured it out, I'm not going to figure it out ever. I don't think I have a purpose. Life is just a boring dull drag until death do us apart from this miserable world. Our purpose is to die. At least that's the way I fucking see it.

***This story contains lots of vulgar language but let's be honest you've said a swear before. It's no big deal. Fuck! I hope you can relate to this story as I sure as hell can.