it feels like I’m on anaesthetics and someone’s fired a cannon at me, now there’s a hole- with little pieces of shrapnel scattered, slowly being coerced towards a magnet. like a parasites last dance. roots wrapped around my heart.
local matters requiring foreign interference.
pulled the trigger on my new hobby of vandalising public spaces,
i’m sober and don’t feel like self harming so I need a way to crash out.
weather resistant paint markers acquired, time to forcefeed flavour of the moment thoughtwank to the world.
klarna charging a service fee kinda nullifies the point, most things I’d buy with klarna- paying interest would be less than the service fee.
not going to pay £3, the whole point of pay in 3 is no interest.
klarna is such a dead company, went from the GOAT to the weakest payin3.
my chair will break soon, I could fall off at any moment, I am trying to balance correctly so the metal doesn’t snap and I don’t have to buy a new chair.