There’s nothing for me to do. I don’t have a life.

My life is writing that in here.

I’m pathetic.

And it’s not even my fault.

Circumstance has boned me.

I’m boned.

Boned.

Oned.

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.

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