Well, here it is boyos. Im going to get home from wage slaving at 10pm tonight then it’s straight to the copes. Might still not be enough. While chad and Stacy are out partying and banging I’m left to this cold dark room alone. Just like it happens every year. Why do normies make a big fucking deal about new year’s anyway? You’re still the same shitty person you were last year, just like I’m the same ugly, unwanted inkwell I was last year. I used to hate seeing my friends out drinking and having a blast on social media, but since I’ve gotten off of it it makes it easier to cope. Anyway, rant over. Hang in there boyos.
