My life is now just looking forward to the next time I get drunk and hate myself for it. PGP.

Hearing friends’ salaries and knowing I picked the wrong major. PGP.

It used to be “No new friends” because I didn’t want any. Now it’s “no new friends” because I can’t make any. PGP.

I miss being able to relate to TFM. PGP.

This is my cube. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My cube is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My cube, without me, is useless. Without my cube, I am useless. PGP.

“What the fuck are we supposed to be doing?” PGP.

I’m not driving the struggle bus. I’m not even riding the struggle bus. I just got run the fuck over by the struggle bus. PGP.

That blissful couple of hours on payday when you have 4 digits in your checking account, before all the bills and rent come out. PGP.

Just got a raise. After taxes I am now bringing home an extra $17 every two weeks. PGP.

Fuck. PGP.