>Another day.
>Yet no dollar.
>I have no idea what that means, but basically what i’m saying is that I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING.
>FUCKING HELL, my life has gotten so fucking boring as of lately, nothing is helping!
>I’ve been trying to shitpost, troll a little here and there, but my head is still in a state of hibernation, somehow.
>Hell, masturbating to the most horrid shit imaginable isn’t even working now.
>So..fuck it, is what i’m saying now.
>I’m getting a boyfriend…that’s what’s needed right?
>I mean, nothing else is working, all vidya is boring as hell nowadays, and there’s nothing else i can do, so…
>I mean, there’s a main problem that’s as huge as Trish’s ass…I have no fucking idea how to actually talk with people.
>I’ve given up on social interactions a long time ago, i have no idea how to do it and i’m NOT interested in actually making friends…
>But, how the fuck am i gonna get a boyfriend then?
>I know…my dad! he’ll help get back on my feet, and level up my social life to the max!
>I went downstairs to see my dad, who was currently on the couch, playing some generic first person shooter on the tv.
>Fuck..he’s old as hell, why is he still playing vidya?
>I mean, i also enjoy it, but like..he’s a father, he shouldn’t b-
>”FUCK YOU! YOU TRIGGER, YOU ARE PROBABLY CHEATING!”
>…is that how i got my personality?
>Whatever, i just went and sat down next to him, i don’t think he even noticed me, too focused on insulting this guy’s mother or something.
>”Hey, dad?”
>”FUCK OFF, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE FUCKING GA-oh, hey sweetheart.”
>..well shit, that’s a switchup, but alright.
>”Well uhm…dad, i uh..”
>fucking hell, how do i even say this?
>”Cynthia sweetie, just speak your mind, i’m your father”
>Fucking mumbling.
>”I..i really need help with something, dad.”
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