I’m lonely and sad and depressed and mostly lonely.
I think this is the first time I’ve never done anything for my birthday. No one cared. Hell, the only reason Colin was with me on my actual day was because my mom was buying a good dinner.
I don’t know. I miss when I had friends. And people I could talk to. I guess specifically women. People who aren’t just friends with me because they’re Colin’s friends.
Everyone else has lives and their own friends that they go out with. And I just sit at home with my cat. I wish I knew how to meet people.
i mean for fuck’s sake the daily mail vigorously fapping off to the idea that jack the ripper is in fact a jewish refugee from poland should have set of more alarm bells for people but naaaaaw
for my fellow americans who might not be keyed in on the context here: imagine fox news shitting themselves over the possibility that the zodiac killer was a mexican immigrant