Cope Artist
Satire account
- Nov 26, 2020
- 2,302
23 years old. I was born in this house, and I spent my entire childhood, teenage years in the same goddamned room. When I was 12, as my peers were socializing, going through several developmental milestones, I was rotting in front of my computer. In highschool, as my classmates were experiencing their first relationships, first kisses, I was rotting in my room, coping with video games. Now that I am in my 20's, most people I know have gotten their first real jobs, and yet here I am, in my room, rotting. If one day, I were to want to ''break the shell'' and join the society, how could I possibly interact with those people? I haven't talked to anyone besides my parents for the last year or so, but I know for a fact that me and ''them'' belong to different species. You can't expect a cave bat and a deer to get along well. Once one reaches a certain age with no forms of socialization, it's all hopeless.
For now, I live off of my parents. But eventually, I won't be able to. Since they do not have any form of wealth whatsoever, I'll be fucked if I don't have some means of income. And I know that I won't, not with this joke of a brain anyways. I envy those who are able to get their hands on some sweet neetbux.
For now, I live off of my parents. But eventually, I won't be able to. Since they do not have any form of wealth whatsoever, I'll be fucked if I don't have some means of income. And I know that I won't, not with this joke of a brain anyways. I envy those who are able to get their hands on some sweet neetbux.