Your Updated Apocalypse Checklist:
-global pandemic
-ALL dystopian futures happening at once
-giant killer wasp fuckers
-Nazis
-The Rise of Skywalker
-UFOs confirmed
-the Snyder Cut is real
-parallel universe with time flowing backwards
@corybarlog I'm a manically depressed nihilist that started going through a divorce before the pandemic. I've since lost my job, my dream car, my cat. Best friend died a few years back.
I understand not seeing the point in much of anything. The point is: we make our own points.
We all do.
One of the best video games I've ever played, with a badass female lead that would give Sarah Conner a run for her money, is getting a sequel that looks phenomenal.
I love that the algorithms have no clue what to make of me. Three of those things I have zero interest in.
Keep yourself to yourself, a notion that runs counter to a culture of social media. Learn to be strong on your own, that way no one ever disappoints you.
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Back on NES. I was 8. My sister was 2.
I worked all damn day to get to the final world in Mario 3, no cheats or codes.
She ran into my room, smashed the Reset Button on the console, and ran back out.
I honestly don't remember much after that.
I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of being tired.
I should be better than this by now. But I'm not.
The one thing I want, I can't have. The one thing that makes me better.
Typing into nothingness, to strangers tired of reading me gripe.
I think it's time I bit the bullet. Give up this charade.
I've been miserable...er than usual, the last six months. Stuck. Sad.
I got in trouble at work.
I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to go home, either.
I haven't known what to do. I still don't.
Hey Twitter Fam, for those of you who draw/paint/write/otherwise be creative what do you listen to as you work?
I've been going pretty hard on the retro-wave lately, @NewRetroWave being my preferred label. A few of my favorite artists are here on twitter. Giving them a shout.
Of course, that would lead to my disqualification of unemployment benefits. Pandemic means no work to find. (Been looking for months, actually)
Which means I would have to move back home. Start again. From scratch.
I'm getting real tired of trying so god damn hard and losing.
I've had no energy lately. Tired all the time but can't sleep.
Got in trouble at work. Performance write up. Apparently I can't think critically, or I'm incapable of retaining information. "Questions are welcome, but he should be able to come up with an answer"
Everything they've brought to my attention, I've done the best I can to understand and improve. Roll with the punches.
I've lost a hell of a lot during these last nine months. Now to slap me with a performance review?