It is a new day to strive and get things right. Communism will win, death to imperialism.
Last night's doomer post
My life is descending into a state of burn out. The walls are closing in. There is no joy only stress.
It is a new day to strive and get things right. Communism will win, death to imperialism.
My life is descending into a state of burn out. The walls are closing in. There is no joy only stress.
Like every month or so in some interaction with my coworkers, I'll notice some thought or quirk of mine that came from never having money. Lotta shit that people take for granted.