There’s nothing for me to do. I don’t have a life.
My life is writing that in here.
And it’s not even my fault.
Circumstance has boned me.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck saying fuck fuck over and over again on a keyboard is a terrible outlet. It uses so little body movement it’s not even exercise and it doesn’t make me happy.
I want to fucking play tennis again. Give me a private court or at least a public court with someone to play with.
I’m so fucked help.