The number of ways a girl can text you to tell you she’s coming over is infinite, and the number of ways she can fuck you is also infinite, so she could spend her whole life sending you texts and fucking you and she would never run out of ways to do it, which is very good
You can call it the blues, call it sadness, call it whatever you want, it’s the same thing at the end of the day, I want a woman that’ll hold me and tell me I’m special, and that I’m better than what I am
I think it’s funny when people say “oh you just haven’t lived” as if they have some secret to life and I’m just missing it, but really I’ve just lived more than them and they can’t handle it
I’d like to make a few comments about the state of modern society but I am preoccupied with the pursuit of women and money so I will leave it for another day
In front of a mirror in a hotel in Denver just telling myself over and over again that I am a great man and a great leader and the women who I have slept with speak highly of me and the New York Times will write glowing profiles of me and I will be very rich and have houses all o
I really wish more girls would try to kill themselves in front of me so I can save them and they can fall in love with me and we can live happily ever after
What a beautiful world we live in where I can post a tweet about how bad I feel and immediately get a shit ton of DMs from people who want to help me kill myself