Well I suppose it's like the title says, I hate it here. I can't stand living in this society for any longer. I've felt this way for as long as I can remember. I've never known a life besides this one, but I can still feel that this isn't right. There is no vitality in the people around, they exist only as drones of the Government. I remember in primary school, we had an assignment to write an essay on why the Central Governemnt were the most benevolent force in our lives. Everybody around me began writing so quickly and feverishly that I thought their pencils were going to ignite the papers beneath them. I thought as hard as I could to think of examples of Central's benevolence, I thought and thought, yet I couldn't remember a single time in which my interactions with the government left me better of than before. Everything Central does is for the express purpose of further consolidating power underneath of themselves. It's despicable, they indoctrinate the small minds of the people around me, others don't understand that there is more to life than this! Why is it that everybody else seems so content to simply do exactly what they are told every minute of every day? In a way, I envy them. I wish that I could simply and mindlessly progress through my life as on of billions of workers. Like the noble worker bee provides for his hive, I too would like to contribute to the civilization around me.
Yet I refuse to allow all of the color in my life to be stripped away to do so. Under Central's vision, everyone works doing whatever the Government tells them to do without regard to anyone's talents or interests. There is no room in this society for free thinkers, artists, musicians, or renegades. I long to live in a society that would allow me to do so, but alas I do not. I just keep on going into work and moving as slowly as possible, thinking all the while to myself that my sluggishness in work will somehow hurt the behemoth of bureaucracy.
I can't take it, I can't keep doing it. I'm going to make a change, I'm going to go pay a visit to those black market dealers in the waste mangement facilities and see what it is that they have to offer me. Hopefully its something to help me escape this reality, I don't know what I'm going to do otherwise.