I'm longing for the sweet embrace of death
- Jul 22, 2019
I'm half drunk crying on my couch right now. Everything was supposed to be fine but it is not. Nothing's fucking fine. I didn't go to work today so I decided I would do something productive. I decided I'd make myself a good lasagna and broccoli salad for dinner. So I went out to the little market close to my apartment. Upon stepping out guess what, my foid neighbor and her new chadlite were laughing and getting into her apartment probably to fuck like animals. To make long story short, I counted three other happy couples before getting to the fucking market. My mind was blank I just stood there watching the things I was supposed to buy to make my happy and fucking productive meal. Why is this happening to me? I bought random things that weren't even the ingredients I had planed and a bottle of rum. I was coming home and two more couples were in front of the building laughing and kissing. Everything is a mess, I hate everything and every fucking foid and chad in the world. All the things I bought are on the table untouched and I'm here drinking rum like water. I can't no more, I just can't.