Blargyblagoblog

I don't even fucking know...there's no point in me typing this. No one reads it. No one cares. I guess it helps me a bit. Whatever.

This day pretty much blows. I worked a pointless shift. I sat at home and did nothing but watch movies by myself and paint figurines in my room. I'm pretty sure this is proof that I'm going to die alone. But I've known about that for a while now...whatever...fuck this noise.

Nothings happened with that Girl. Nothing probably will. Such is my luck.

Still have a shitty job.

Fuck Everything