I don't care anymore

This title is probably a lie. But it's story time so all you shits better sit the fuck down and listen



About six months ago there was a little skeleton named Nemo who had an okay life. He had a job and a few friends at this job and a few friends online. He was saving up mad stackz of cash and was sort of enjoying life.

But then one day Nemo's bestest friend in the whole god damn world decided to have an argument with him about Nemo's newly-found hobby of drinking to make the pain go away. Nemo's bestest friend said that he was done with poor old Nemo and never wanted to talk to Nemo again.

As you can imagine this made Nemo upset and Nemo decided to make everything better by doing the one thing he knew how to do better than anything else in the whole wide world: Drikning. Nemo decided to level out the playing field by making everything in his life shitty, so that the best thing in his life being shitty wouldn't fucking upset him so much.

Now, Nemo has extreme mood swings again and can't work for more than a couple weeks without fucking up anything and needing to take a break from it all with his good friend Captain Morgan. Good job, Nemo! Plan's working out so far!