Tired yet restless

The older I get, the more unhinged I become. I sometimes catch myself talking and rambling on like a madman. But I don't hear voices or think everything that happens is a secret coded message from God like a schizophrenic would. I'm just near the breaking point. Society has destroyed me. What's the point in living when all you do is work at a shit programming job and go home and drink by yourself to dull the pain of being an autistic loser. I might as well not exist. I don't expect that things should be better or different, but why should society expect that people like myself don't want to climb through the escape hatch via drugs or suicide?

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The proper move in this period is to rise above society through embracing asceticism.

It's not whether you win or lose, but whether you even play the game.