My back is sore and i have to sit down. I just spent the last 30 minutes walking circles in my room, just thinking about my life. Atleast ive got 2 more weeks of sickleave
Here i am a 31 year old khhv living with his parents, wageslaving in a job working with red/blue haired bpd foids.
I have no friends, my dog died, and my cope is wasting away in World of Warcraft. Since 2006.
I know i could get better, i have somewhat of a potential ( not ascending ofc). but why? Why does it matter? I love my life of misery. Weird, that i dont know how happiness feels like anymore. I dont even want to chase it.
Yeah i should rope, but i cant, because my parents somewhat still want me around. ( No wonder if they let their virgin son of 31 years, still live rentfree)
Here i am a 31 year old khhv living with his parents, wageslaving in a job working with red/blue haired bpd foids.
I have no friends, my dog died, and my cope is wasting away in World of Warcraft. Since 2006.
I know i could get better, i have somewhat of a potential ( not ascending ofc). but why? Why does it matter? I love my life of misery. Weird, that i dont know how happiness feels like anymore. I dont even want to chase it.
Yeah i should rope, but i cant, because my parents somewhat still want me around. ( No wonder if they let their virgin son of 31 years, still live rentfree)
