The Abyssal Dump

I used Victor Frankl's renowned therapeutic treatment known as "Paradoxical Intent"

Everywhere I look, all I see is GARBAAAAAAAAGE, GARBAGE GARBAGE GARBAGE. You're probably wondering how I ended up in a garbage filled wasteland where there's nothing to look at but garbage, nothing to eat but garbage, and nothing to breathe in (except more garbage).
         It all started when I was born, and that's really the extent of it. My fate was sealed the moment I came into this world, it never mattered what I was intent on doing with my life, everything was pre-written from the very beginning. And this is a fate of garbage; a tale of garbage, if you will. So much garbage everywhere that I became garbage myself after a while, just by living here.
         Maybe I just tell myself all this because I can't face the truth? Maybe it actually is possible to escape a life full of garbage so that you don't become just a huge pile of garbage some day. But the amount of garbage I see doesn't motivate me to do better. Unsurprisingly, it does quite the opposite. I'm tired of resenting others who managed to climb out of the garbage, I mean, it's not like the garbage I live in now is the same garbage I experienced when I was younger, but it's still garbage. People are garbage, food tastes like garbage, and I myself am garbage. Trading one trash can for a slightly bigger trash can doesn't do much to soften the experience. What is even the point? No matter what I try, I am trapped. Back then, there was the distraction of having companions living in this trash can with me, now there is no one. This lack of connection to my fellow garbage folks is the leading cause of my discontent. Stupid piece of shit trash can, all this effort put in to find out it's never possible to actually leave it or any like it. Hatred is overwhelming here, and the pigs keep pouring down more and more garbage to keep their fatass degenerate lifestyle going.