My laptop is broken again. Honestly I feel like this should be my last straw.

Golden boy.

Looking homicidal as always, we love to see it. He would look so good with blood all over his face btw after murdering all the people in charge at Ferrari.

I feel like this day is going peculiarly slow.

Can we be done with it already?

I’m too old for this shit please.

Actually love to make things extra difficult for myself.

The thing is, being a good person doesn’t naturally come to me. I have to keep reminding myself not to be a selfish asshole. Sometimes, it doesn’t even work, and I continue being a selfish asshole.

She’s just like me fr.

Me and who making سالاد شیرازی while listening to Azizam?

Wait there’s a whole farsi version of Azizam?

This keeps getting better and better.

Fuck man, imagine actually dying.

Damn, what now?

Yeah let me self-starve about this for a few days.

I genuinely need to stop existing like right fucking now.

This fic needs to get more angsty, I’m bored.

You know it’s always gonna stay like this, right?