diary: day 1
Okay, today was just drinking and smoking, drinking and smoking, how old am I? What the fuck do you care? I'm a teenager, I can tell you that.
Now, I go to Twitter, I post like 5 things and they all get flopped, I go to TikTok, I post like 5 things and they get flopped
diary: day 2
I start the day with a cigarette and a coffee, as always, the first thing I do is check my visits, as always, everything is on flop
I question my existence and finish breakfast, get dressed and take pictures of myself like a sick person, although I will never show them to anyone.
diary: day 3
HOLY SHIT, UNTIL SOMEONE HIRES ME
I get up, check my phone, ONE FUCKING COMMENT AFTER MORE THAN A WEEK, BUT, COME ON, IT'S SOMETHING
I send they messages, pretending to be the perfect, kind, loving boyfriend, as always, I chose a cheap plan, but I still hope to be able to request it more often since I'm short on money.
diary: day 4
Living is shit if you're not beautiful or handsome, You're practically screwed, which is, yes, a bitch, but what else can you do?
diary: day 5
It's sad to see how girls and boys get obsessed with rented boyfriends and girlfriends, it's like, dude, it's not real...
diary: day 6
If you think about it, you'll see that living is a piece of shit, especially if you're a rented boyfriend or a buyer. Imagine being a fake version of yourself. You can't be yourself because you can't have flaws, and you should always be the best version of you, even if you're in shit
