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11/5/2025, 2:48:22 PM
No.23564129
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(Normie) life fucking sucks
Got invited to a birthday celeb. Didn't wanna go but that night I was restless in my room after a whole day of fixing my life, had I'd not known about it, I wouldn't have gotten all worked up.
Go into a shitty bar with rusted-out buckets for faucets. Bunch of jerk-offs except for one well put-together guy. Two gfs. BEAT. 4 beers. Get offered cheap coke but my instinct tells me to turn it down.
Half the group goes home. I push on with what's left to a club. Drink a pocket liquor bottle on the way to keep my buzz on (the only redeeming thing). We go in. Shots so diluted its like cough syrup.
Now's the right time. Do 2 lines. First time in my life. Dissapointing. I can feel the chemicals going down my mouth and my teeth getting sensitive for a while. Slight uplift maybe lasted an hour.
Shots, cheap cigars. I look around and its basically regular slobs and whores with crooked noses and a cake of makeup over. No chance with them of course. Meanwhile half of us are vibing out of their minds making fools of themselves getting wiped on the floor by ugly sluts, while the other half is standing there, maybe conspiring. I'm just drawing on a cigar, trying to psyche myself into vibing to the deafening music.
4AM. Bboy is spent. Get myself a 220ml beer. 5 fucking bucks, in a city with a median salary of 600USD probs.
This is it. I tried booze, weed, gambling, X, and now blow. None of this shit has any allure. Pussy is whack too probably, not that I'll ever find out.
There's more in strenous exercise or sparring and a good cold shower after in winter. A good piece of meal. Black coffee. A pipe bowl. A good old film.
And these NPC's work jobs their entire lives just for all this. And bills. It baffles me that reality could be this simple, like a goofy movie. Where I know more than everyone else and am more capable, and that nothing surprises me or hooks me.
Nothing is worth it.
Go into a shitty bar with rusted-out buckets for faucets. Bunch of jerk-offs except for one well put-together guy. Two gfs. BEAT. 4 beers. Get offered cheap coke but my instinct tells me to turn it down.
Half the group goes home. I push on with what's left to a club. Drink a pocket liquor bottle on the way to keep my buzz on (the only redeeming thing). We go in. Shots so diluted its like cough syrup.
Now's the right time. Do 2 lines. First time in my life. Dissapointing. I can feel the chemicals going down my mouth and my teeth getting sensitive for a while. Slight uplift maybe lasted an hour.
Shots, cheap cigars. I look around and its basically regular slobs and whores with crooked noses and a cake of makeup over. No chance with them of course. Meanwhile half of us are vibing out of their minds making fools of themselves getting wiped on the floor by ugly sluts, while the other half is standing there, maybe conspiring. I'm just drawing on a cigar, trying to psyche myself into vibing to the deafening music.
4AM. Bboy is spent. Get myself a 220ml beer. 5 fucking bucks, in a city with a median salary of 600USD probs.
This is it. I tried booze, weed, gambling, X, and now blow. None of this shit has any allure. Pussy is whack too probably, not that I'll ever find out.
There's more in strenous exercise or sparring and a good cold shower after in winter. A good piece of meal. Black coffee. A pipe bowl. A good old film.
And these NPC's work jobs their entire lives just for all this. And bills. It baffles me that reality could be this simple, like a goofy movie. Where I know more than everyone else and am more capable, and that nothing surprises me or hooks me.
Nothing is worth it.
