There’s water, and likely pus in my lungs, a UFO clip is playing in the background, a camshow is active on another tab, my mind is uneasy, my future uncertain and I don’t feel so good. I actually hope that no one ever gets to read this, but I’ll give this a shot. The camshows make me feel slightly powerful, if only for a few seconds. Listless would be a way to describe me. I have about two bucks to my name, my life wasn’t supposed to end up like this, flipping a coin and trying to pick a pornwhore to cum to. Kendra Lust is winning that war btw. The London bridge is falling down. Maybe you should go, coz the London bridge is falling down. Deep down, I do know everything that I should do, but I feel crippled, and that is a choosing of my actions. Listless, Men without Work, all I’m good at is pushing buttons. More of the self deprecating shit, I should stop that. This is pretty random and terrible, but I will do no rewrites, maybe later tho? The diary of a terminally online, impressionable young man. I carry the internet within me, I haven’t been able to fashion an identity quite yet. A camgirl I like isn’t online yet, this is a perfect time though, and I’ll get her soon enough. Virtually, I mean. I’ll write shit in here every so often, to dump shit, and if I can, try to reflect. I don’t do well with brain shit. I’m getting older with each and every day. Bonk Inu is not going to save me, unfortunately. I have to get better, my nerves are already shot. This is exactly how I felt at the beginning, I always let the voices win. At least I’m into dad porn now, that’s a win. I should move out.