Lately I've felt like crap. I feel lonely, ugly, stupid... I need work. I need stuff to get my mind off things. Last night I crashed for the first time. I mean actually sleep-crashed. I went to my room, and... I woke up this morning. I had been out for long.
I'm pissed about this comic book I wanted to buy...
The Crow, signed by the author, for about 15 dollars plus shipping.
I was waiting for a credit card payment... and my brother didn't let me use his card.
Next thing I know, my payment was processed. But the book had been sold.
Shit.
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