I'm done

I'm alternating between dragging my feet thru life and thrashing around restlessly like a misunderstood five year old. I got a bad attitude and no one to blame for my troubles but me. I realise now everything my parents told me about respecting one's elders was way off; i'm dumb as a mule now that i've reached adulthood. I'm stuborn and bitter and immovably obstinate; I'm restless and manic and lacking vigour; i got bad breath and bad posture and bad ideas about how to go about things; i'm turned right off by challenges and romantic meanderings; i got nothing important to say and no one who'd listen if i did. I'm burnt out and high strung and out of ideas. I'm sick of food and drink and all forms of simple pleasure, yet I'm too cowardly and self loathing to indulge in pleasures of the flesh. I'm jealous as hell of the youth and their righteous certainty; i'm bored to shit of my peers and their complacency.