Pissing against the wind in Tales of Transhumanism

  • Aug. 3, 2014, 3 p.m.
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Aah, Hell, what's the use? Nobody listens to me. Nobody cares. A cry for help isn't any use when no-one gives a fuck.

I wish there was an option so that no-one can leave private notes. I don't like private notes.

Lost my phone yesterday. £60 down the drain. Thought about selling my Vita, but then I'd have nothing to play with at all. Can't do it; my favorite toy.

Money is tighter than ever. I can't get benefits, I can't get work, I can't even get a fucking bank account.

Thinking about suicide. Seems the natural thing to do. Nothing to live for.

I have to stop drinking. Forever. Alcohol is not doing me any favours.

Feel like I'm pissing against the wind. Fuck it.


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