My life's really been ♥♥♥♥♥♥ since I accidentally threw my hamster named Pickle in the microwave for 3 minutes and 27 seconds. Ever since then I've been too sad to eat pizza rolls or anything with the color red. I've been led aware of my own ever growing mortality. This world is more dark and depressing than the blackest caverns of my rotting heart. I piss and ♥♥♥♥ in a bucket because I'm far too weak from my melancholy misery to get out of my chair which is falling apart at the seams trying so hard to handle my additional 430 pounds of body weight like the Little Engine that Could. (I've started eating Lard, because it's the closest edible product that matches the foggy and heavy feeling over my body.)

Grease coats my hair like paint primer, my dandruff is like the blizzards of Siberia localized onto the top of my BLACK t-shirt. (It also matches my black heart.) I only watch violent and gory movies because it makes me feel safe in this hell I call South Dakota. I only listen to Harsh Noise Wall because it fits the screaming stabbing thoughts assaulting my blackened brain. Voices screaming non-stop stuff like "♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ please go outside"... "Please leave your room your stench is seeping through the walls ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ god please.".. my demons seem to mimic the sound of my Mom & Dad. I will not fall for their tricks anymore.

Anyway, that's just one glance into my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up life. Any more details might suck you into this void along with me, the bottomless pit of sorrow. I may have lost all feelings for living beings, aside from my own self-pity, but it's not logic based (I roleplay as an apathetic anime character) to let people drown with me. I only need myself and my waifu body pillow. I'm going to go back to fantasizing about rollerskating in the middle of a highway now, but I won't do it because that requires me to leave my room.