Another Saturday evening at home, no desire to play games on the laptop, to consume Netflix, nothing. Only staring out of the window. Knowing that nothing changes, nothing can be manipulated, nothing can be changed. Coping with alcohol, xanax. Feeling disconnected to reality. Enjoying the fact, that the sun will burn everything down, no chance to escape from the fate of death. Doesn't matter if stacey, chad or turbo incel. Of course, the years, we spend on earth is for stacys and Chads an enjoyment. Of course, while we rot at home, chad fucks under influence of beer and vodka any Stacey. Tomorrow, no one will remember, not Chad, neither Stacey, while for us, it would be the experience of our life. While these thoughts come into my mind, I fill up another glass of vodka/orange....after every glass, the mixture becomes clearer, like my mind. Sobriety is an illusion, caused by a deficid of drugs....
