I'm not too sure why I signed up here. I guess I want someone to talk to. Not that anyone would ever want to talk with me.
I'm a sick loser, obsessed with nostalgia and the fleeting moment. I live off disability pension and don't have any skills. The only good part of me is the monster that inhabits my soul, since it can be quite beautiful, although I guess no one but me would think so.
“I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.”
I'm a sick loser, obsessed with nostalgia and the fleeting moment. I live off disability pension and don't have any skills. The only good part of me is the monster that inhabits my soul, since it can be quite beautiful, although I guess no one but me would think so.
“I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.”
