I want to die — 1

My name is X, and I’m going to die. I haven’t thought of how yet, or when. Really, the only part I’ve made sense of so far is I’m going to die at some point, so in the meantime I can do whatever the fuck I want. Then, yeah, COVID hits, and all I got is time. Insurance will take care of my freakshow wife (freakshow-looking, she’s a really nice person). And I can fill my days wandering to places like CVS, staring at the likes of Indian Girl’s ass completely freely no matter how pissed she/they get, go home, jerk off to depressing ass porn, and . . . and be safe in the knowledge it’ll all be over soon. The world is fucked anyway. I’m fucked (comfortably, at least). And I don’t give a fuck what you think about anything I just put down at all. Damn, I really do feel like a whole new person. Oh well.