2026-02-12
I am alive. I don't want to be. If I call you fat, ugly, annoying.... there is a 50/50 chance I truly mean it. Fuck off.
In the fall of 2012 I had a bicycle accident and some highly suspect knee surgeries following. My life has been a disaster since, and no one will let me in on the secret. If you believe I know what's been happening, I don't. I don't have kids. I haven't done anything wrong. Why do I have a microphone up my asshole, and seemingly I can never work again as a result? I used to be a software developer with a comp sci degree; now, I can't work in even a grocery store. Why? Someone knows, but I do not.
I have not worked in 4 years (while all my software-related jobs since 2012 have been manufactured fraud positions that have insulted me to the core), and I am currently homeless sleeping more-or-less in stairwells on the floor. My back hurts, my neck hurts, and my elbows hurt A LOT from lugging my shit around with me. People sabotage my shit all the time, so any rational solution to carrying this stuff around with me (like leaving it at a hotel) isn't the option it would be normally.
Why is everyone acting like an idiot, an asshole, or both? I don't know, but I hope you go to hell for it just as soon as someone finally kills me with the $1 bullet they owe me. Idiots, assholes, and also cowards... all of you. I used to want to know why.