I want to whine to my brother but he would hate me if I did that. I have to be realistic.
But being realistic is the last thing I want to do, deep down inside. Deep down inside, I want to get lost in fantasy.
I want to live in an imaginary world. Of dreams.
Fuck a duck I don’t even know how to sign out anymore.
I’m so useless.
I was a much more worthful quality human meat thing in school where I wrote essays and learned researchy science-o.
Now I wake up and watch twitch.
Sometimes I have work and I don’t complain about my pay.
No one to talk to no one to talk to no one to talk to so alone so alone so alone….
I think someone offered to talk to me before.
What happened to that?
I didn’t feel like talking to them.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.