I have a job. I have a wife. I have a kid. I have such generic life than my name was so damn generic as well.

Well my name is John..yep just plain ol' John..how can you be more generic than that..right??right??!

My birth giver and sperm donor decided to name me with the most generic and useless name ever existed in human history. Fucking useless beings...

Apparently during my birth giver's pregnancy, Pope John Paul II was a big thing..so here I am with the name I hated the most.

If changing names wasn't a fucking rip off here in my country, I would have changed my name the first chance I have.

I am almost 30 years old now. Getting older now. But hey!, life goes on.

And I am writing this just so I wouldn't kill myself.

I don't know what to really right. I just want to do something to help myself..mentally that is.

So if someone is reading this. Then thanks for letting me vent. If there's none, then it is completely fine as well. Not here to make money anyway.

This is just me writing about things in my life..So I'll write something next chapter..Maybe tomorrow.

See you.