I have a nice little bs 'woah is me' narrative drafted around a failing school and the fact that three of the breres i was closest to at different points growing up have all served jail time (or should have(technicalities)) + others i hung with haven't left tha city as some sort of consolation for my fukkeries, but truely since practically day one i've been an apathetic piece of shyt

and any moments that go against the grain seem just like aberrations. honestly that thing in mckee where he talks about the essence of character being that everyone doers the minimum they think they have to has resonated with me quite a lot. i need to find a way to want more before it's too late tbf. And on that note, I chase the night. Ciao for now,
#cuckloaders
edit: in Oz i'd want to be drivinga tractor on some hick farm or bikini waxing or mining or some shyt (
ll) tbf