I can't find it, but the comic where the grandchildren find an old computer with the old guy talking about how we used to call each other faggots on a 404 page always gets me...
I'm also drunk because all I can get is casual sex if anything and I'm in a constant downward spiral between rejection and isolation from people. When I see people now all I see are animals and sex toys. Anyone I invest any trust or interest in gives little back and I've reached out to everyone I can but no one can help me connect. I've considered suicide but it seems pointless when death is inevitable anyway. My mind is constantly active with debates and pessimistic ideas. I've tried nihilist optimism but it hasn't worked. The casual sex doesn't even make me feel good anymore. It feels like a necessity in order to feel anything positive about myself.