flokimandu
It’s a feeling, one that can only truly be described by the use of an overly specific example…
It starts with a feeling of abject despair, the sort of despair you feel when an investment is down 97%+ and you aped your entire $10 net worth in. You just wish you could have waited and bought something Classic instead.
On top of that you recently got dumped by 2 boyfriends, who were really the only ones who gave your life legitimacy.
Now, you’re living in a crappy 1 bed apartment with 2 other dudes who won’t even fuck you any more.
The first is a big, fat behemoth. He brags about roundhouse kicking grannies in the hip during his job as a debt collector because he’s “hard”. You’re not so sure but you’re too much of a pussy to argue.
The second is some weird limp dicked cuck who likes snakes and contacting the FBI because he’s “helpful”. Nothing has ever come of his reports, they send the janitor now as they feel bad for him. You’d be convinced he was a virgin if you hadn’t royally shafted him already. He still wants you but you just need his rent contribution.
The only thing keeping you alive is the thought that it can’t get any worse, but deep down you know that isn’t true.
The last vestige of hope you have for your miserable life is your favorite quote from Onibulasi Bambidele which you constantly mumble to yourself like the crazy loser you are: “teach a man to fish and he’ll eat for a day, teach a man to phish however…" ...you don’t even know the end of the quote.
It starts with a feeling of abject despair, the sort of despair you feel when an investment is down 97%+ and you aped your entire $10 net worth in. You just wish you could have waited and bought something Classic instead.
On top of that you recently got dumped by 2 boyfriends, who were really the only ones who gave your life legitimacy.
Now, you’re living in a crappy 1 bed apartment with 2 other dudes who won’t even fuck you any more.
The first is a big, fat behemoth. He brags about roundhouse kicking grannies in the hip during his job as a debt collector because he’s “hard”. You’re not so sure but you’re too much of a pussy to argue.
The second is some weird limp dicked cuck who likes snakes and contacting the FBI because he’s “helpful”. Nothing has ever come of his reports, they send the janitor now as they feel bad for him. You’d be convinced he was a virgin if you hadn’t royally shafted him already. He still wants you but you just need his rent contribution.
The only thing keeping you alive is the thought that it can’t get any worse, but deep down you know that isn’t true.
The last vestige of hope you have for your miserable life is your favorite quote from Onibulasi Bambidele which you constantly mumble to yourself like the crazy loser you are: “teach a man to fish and he’ll eat for a day, teach a man to phish however…" ...you don’t even know the end of the quote.
My life is so fucking flokimandu man