not seeing a fucking point today

Ok, I'm just fucking tired, I am fucking tired of this nowhere fucking bullshit job,  I'm nothing but the dirt under someone's fucking tire.  no, the dirt under dog shit. You know it's the fucking truth. Nothing I try to do is going to work,  so why keep trying,  I have a goddamn mouse in my house that my sorry cat just looks at and plays with  as it runs by, and now a goddamn lizard,  my daughter is completely ungrateful and complaining about it,  she goes to my parents to get ready for school cause I guess my house is not good enough for her fucking ass.  My wonderful happy man psychiatrist thinks I should practice some thankfulness and breathing and meditating, well fuck you, cause if I didn't have to work this peice of shit job I wouldn't need your fucking ass anyway.  This is why I don't owna gun, because today I would blow my fucking brains against the goddamned wall.  I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to even see anyone, I don't want to be a part of society period today.  Maybe I should go get a gun cause shit dont get better, and it just keeps on happening, keeps on happening and the only way out of it is death.  fucking death is all that is worth while. 
The ole' happy joy joy book from that woman preacher/minister about all the shit is happening to you to test you, or to make sure you "really" love god or some shit like that, I don't fucking believe it, I just think some people are born to shit, and there will just never be anything but shit in thier life for as long as they live, and the only way out of it is to fucking die. Just shit shit shit shit! Well I'm done with shit. I'm done with it.  If shit is all God has to give me, he can keep his fucking shit for someone else, I'm fucking done with it.