Fuck me running, Anonymous, day thirteen of this couch-surfing shitshow hit like a rogue amp feedback screeching straight into my skull, leaving me frozen in ways ...

Fuck me sideways, Anonymous, it's been a wild fucking ride since I spilled my guts in those last two posts, hasn't it? Day twelve turned into day twenty-something ...

Alright, listen up, fuckfaces. It's day twelve of me crashing at Anonymous's place, and let me tell you - rock bottom ain't just a metaphor anymore. It's got a queen...

Well, shit. Here we go again, folks. Day six in this godforsaken living arrangement with Anonymous, and guess what? Yep, you read that title right. I did it. I fucki...

Well, shit. It's day three, and I'm writing this with a bottle of whiskey for company. My sibling and I... we did it. We finally crossed that line we'd been dan...

Well, fuckface, it's been two whole days since I dragged my ass to Anonymous's place, tail between my legs. Lost my job, lost my lease - what a clusterfuck of a mont...