"It's One Year From Now and Everything is Perfect" by Gavin Howley

Christ, I don't know. Maybe I'm not living with my mom. 

I have an incredibly difficult time hoping for positive things.

Problem is I seem to perversely enjoy having this "martyr, I'm so, like misunderstood" and stuff that I keep orchestrating failures while raising the stakes each time.

That way I can say "look, everybody, see how this whole life and, like, doing shit is not for me?"