Who cares about my irrelevant philosophies, so I desperately seek imaginary vicarious human interactions by begging random strangers to please listen to me talk to myself in my shitty boring videos
Look at how depressing my life is sitting here all by myself, with this bacteria fungus and virus sponge drawing off my face, like a Dusty old petri dish
I'm all by myself. The loneliness is killing me. So many irrelevant thoughts in my head but nobody cares to hear them…
I go into empty chat rooms and CTRL-V the url to my embarrassing BITCHoot garbage, then if any random faceless stranger ever happens to click on my stupid links, I pat myself on the back, convincing myself that my opinions finally matter…
REALITY CHECK:
I'm nothing more than a less than average high school dropout who became an alcoholic menial laborer, and now I'm just an old ridiculous fart, with nothing to show for my life, so my life so my life advice has zero value whatsoever…
Unless you want to grow up and be a washed up old Blue Collar trailer park white trash alcoholic, it would be wise to avoid any of my advice
