I would really

[bloodywhitelace]

Like to have something positive to post here. I just dont.

Moral decay is overwhelming here.

I feel the desire for human interaction, but the urge to punch my neighbors is greater by far.

I've stopped communicating verbally, only offering grunts or gestures when addressed.

I stare at my phone. It stares back at me in rebellious silence.

I'm almost out of alcohol. The Captain has no pity for me.

My air conditioner is broken.

Hell is West Virginia.