

I don’t know what that is.
I spent the last 72 days sober, and for fucking what? To starve to death due to a Trump war? I’m not depressed really. Just tired. The world is ending and I’m supposed to go to work? Fuck that. If I’m going to die I’m going to do it on my own. I’m not going to let the government cull me when the food runs out.








It doesn’t matter. I’m going to the store to get whiskey. Probably play some Apex and then I’m doing it. Fuck this, I’m done.