>>116660
I have no clue what I'm doing with my life.
>basement dwelling leech
>rack disceprine
>wake up at midnight
>about halfway done with a book I checked out online from a library located a county away from where I live
>my internal monologue says "well I have no money for gas…I guess I'll walk"
>fill a mug with coffee, grab my cigarettes and walk
>three hours later I arrive at the library entrance
>surprised to see that the lights are on in the library at 3 in the morning
>parched because of the long journey
>wait by the door until I see someone, knock, and ask if I could fill my mug with water
>they politely tell me "no"
>I respond that I'll be finishing a book outside and that I'm sorry for bothering them
>two police cruisers pull into the parking lot
>questioned for an extended period of time for "scaring" the cleaning crew
>patted down and searched for weapons or drugs
>the entire situation confuses the shit out of the law enforcement officers, but they give me some bottled water fuck yeah
>decide to hitchhike back home after passing out in a field due to exhaustion
This is why I don't leave the basement.
>>116710
I just want my parents to try.
I want my dad to tell me I'm an asshole, or that I'm pathetic, or that I'm a heathen. I want him to get off of his holier than thou high horse and realize that I'm his son and that my idea of what a man should be is based off of his pretentious couch potato lifestyle.
Unfortunately the folks are getting to be very old, and sooner than later I'm going to be seeking work to afford supporting them as well as myself.
/edgelord