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I HAVE DIVINE MISSION TO PATTAYAMAXX BEFORE IM 30
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- May 1, 2019
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The last shower I took was 2 months ago not counting swimming/gym sessions which I do every week. I rarely ever cut my hair because I walk everywhere in hoodies anyway to hide my subhuman balding head. If I do idgaf how I cut it, I just cut it there. I am balding anyway why does it matter. I have a shitty beard which looks like a virgin beard I can barely grow hair on there it doesn't look like a beard at all it just looks fucking stupid but I am not shaving because again.. I can't be bothered.
I do not wash my clothes. All my clothes smell like shit I need to wash them tbh. But why? Why would I bother it makes no difference lol.
My room is full of trash. I stopped cleaning my room 2 months ago. I only do it when it gets too bad to the point where I can't move. I have at least 100 cans of diet soda stacked all over my desk as I write this. There are countless takeaways all over the floor. There is food on the floor that I cba to pick up anymore. I haven't cleaned my fridge, ever. There is some rotting shit in there I can't even be bothered to open it up.
My bed reeks of sweat and its full of clothes. 75% of my bed area is unusable because there is random shit all over my bed like opened pizza boxes etc.
I give up man. Why should I care about all this shit. Why should I keep my room organized? Why care for myself? Why? Makes no fucking difference what so ever I could smell of the best perfume it would not matter. I already tried this shit I already went over this. My personal hygiene mogged 99% the fuck out of all of you here and it is literally irrelevant when you are a subhuman piece of shit.
So I give up. I hate living in this shitty place anyway. I pay my rent to some rich fucking landlord cuck so that I can enjoy living in a room in a house full of fucking drug dealers and some mental fgts that can't hold a job down for 2 days because they wanna take crack on the break times.
Why should I care about this place? I won't live here forever. Idc about this shit house. Idc about the chaos around me. I think its rather suiting actually. It perfectly encompasses what my life has become. I enjoy it to a degree. To see my slow descend into madness as my whole room rots around me.
I am already rotten on the inside. Now my outside surrounding follows suit. Starting with my flesh.
I had great plans for SEAmaxxing but lately I can't even picture myself going anywhere tbh. I don't really know what to do anymore. I feel the walls closing in on me and there is nothing I can do. I am faced with the reality that I just cannot accept and yet there is no escape.
It really is quite depressing tbh ngl.
It really is over.
I do not wash my clothes. All my clothes smell like shit I need to wash them tbh. But why? Why would I bother it makes no difference lol.
My room is full of trash. I stopped cleaning my room 2 months ago. I only do it when it gets too bad to the point where I can't move. I have at least 100 cans of diet soda stacked all over my desk as I write this. There are countless takeaways all over the floor. There is food on the floor that I cba to pick up anymore. I haven't cleaned my fridge, ever. There is some rotting shit in there I can't even be bothered to open it up.
My bed reeks of sweat and its full of clothes. 75% of my bed area is unusable because there is random shit all over my bed like opened pizza boxes etc.
I give up man. Why should I care about all this shit. Why should I keep my room organized? Why care for myself? Why? Makes no fucking difference what so ever I could smell of the best perfume it would not matter. I already tried this shit I already went over this. My personal hygiene mogged 99% the fuck out of all of you here and it is literally irrelevant when you are a subhuman piece of shit.
So I give up. I hate living in this shitty place anyway. I pay my rent to some rich fucking landlord cuck so that I can enjoy living in a room in a house full of fucking drug dealers and some mental fgts that can't hold a job down for 2 days because they wanna take crack on the break times.
Why should I care about this place? I won't live here forever. Idc about this shit house. Idc about the chaos around me. I think its rather suiting actually. It perfectly encompasses what my life has become. I enjoy it to a degree. To see my slow descend into madness as my whole room rots around me.
I am already rotten on the inside. Now my outside surrounding follows suit. Starting with my flesh.
I had great plans for SEAmaxxing but lately I can't even picture myself going anywhere tbh. I don't really know what to do anymore. I feel the walls closing in on me and there is nothing I can do. I am faced with the reality that I just cannot accept and yet there is no escape.
It really is quite depressing tbh ngl.
It really is over.