you sit on imovie narrating into your $2 earbuds you got from dollar tree, one of the earbuds is busted, they only work if you bend the wire, then you post it to your army of idiots with nothing better to do and then you sit on your high horse and bask in your mediocrity. https://twitter.com/tzuirene/status/1280630416895082497

then you get dragged by 20 people on twitter and create fake accounts with less than 10 followers so you can pretend to have friends. you dont. you run to instagram for help. they dont care either. you’re a loser, a loner, useless.

when the day is done, you crawl into your air mattress and cover yourself with a stained blanket. you cry yourself to sleep. you refuse to get a job, you parents hate you and yet you hold on to the hope that your career in unnecessary commentary on youtube will help you get by

it wont. you have no charisma nor are you funny. you have no purpose in life, arguing on twitter for hours a day does give you purpose. you’re pathetic. not even in a pitiful way. just purely pathetic.