A young adult delusioned by the effects of a covid high school experience being either the most socially awkward or most blindsidingly blunt.
We are many, You are but one
The green faded from me as 2024 approached; I became what I didn't want to become; a splitting image of my father. Will my journey of degeneracy and lack of self preservation end in a short story? If it does then at least I tried to make a mark.
aka CladBoi, Esbo, Lime...recognise these names and you have a stronger understanding of myself than even I could achieve
But seriously enough of the dramatics, I play game, most likely porn, give genuine review without unnecessary insults, repeat