that's what i'd say
i'd tell you everything
if you'd pick up that tellyphone

i moved 1000 miles
im regretting it more and more
everything sucks

doo wop
dooby doo doowop
doowa dooyaa

i'm really just fucking losing hope quickly

i miss my former coworker and decided to look for him in a party at a house that was once familiar to me
i found him and tried to get his phone number
he said it was 048-0000-SKATE49
i tried to add it to my phone but there was too much text in the way
everything got foggy and i was back home
my mom yelled at me
i yelled at her
i went back with her to show her but it wasn't the same
i didn't know where he was
i don't know where he is...

updates

• my last job let me go
• i realized shortly after i should've loved it and i was fucking stupid for letting it go
• im saving up to move out but
• my car is broken
• my mother fucking stabbed me in the back and now im 1.5k dollars in debt
• dont know how im gonna pay that off
• maybe bankruptcy
• shes pretty obviously trying to sabotage my moving out through lies and shit
• i dont fuckin know
• ive been eatin fuckin noodles and shit for a month
• alcohol
• booze
• maybe start doing drugs

...

I've done some stupid shit on here and in general but I feel like I'm back on the upwards rise thing I don't fucking know I'm tired

I'm starting to go to the gym and shit

Also I'm like feeling better about how my appaareance and shit

I bought me a tablet and I'm doodling shit like a motherl*ver but it's nothing good but you know baby steps and shit

Also how do I tell coworkers to fuck off and die in a car crash without losing my job

so i have meabye had half a bottle rum tonight and sorry if im little drunk but i just remembered i can post here as an outlet and that amazing

i got laid off a long time ago like half a year maybe and now im working somewhere else and it horrible and painful

i made a friend but they dont care about me no one cares about me i could kill ymself right now oneone no care about me

buit i wouldnt ckill myself im too cmuch of a coward

i miss...

For the first time in about a year, I'm actually feeling pretty happy. There are a couple things I think might have to do with it.

• I'm not drinking as much
• My religious confidence is fading
• I have a hobby other than masturbating and I'm actually not bad at it
• I'm going to be seeing my dad for the first time in seven years
• I'm not really giving fucks as much as I used to
• I upgraded to a smartphone
• I'm getting nosebleeds at work
• I made a sandwich

I don't know if things...

I can't think of how to go on with this post but basically it was going to be about how I'm worrying about my increasing fascination with death and how sometimes I feel like an animate corpse so just imagine how that would have went or don't watevs alright see ya later peepz

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...

I've discovered that I can buy large quantities of alcohol and no one can tell me not to and it's much easier to just drink than

I went into town today and look what I got a picture of