Guess what? I'm gonna take a leaf out of Reisen's book, leaving out the drunk part.

I'm just a useless grunt, lousy peasant. Good for nothing. Nobody gives a damn about me, they don't care about how I feel, nor appreciate me for what I've done. I'm underpaid but overworked. Make a small mistake and I get f*** to 9th hell, do well and I don't get shit.

Oh how sweet life is. I should just make it better by turning myself into a platter of raw meat, ala jumping off KL tower.

F*** this.