Normally, a new year is a source of inspiration for me.
Thinking about all the good things that lie ahead in the months to come.
Not this year...
This year, I'm at the stage where about all I can do is cry!
I'm lonely, masturbating as a primary form of sexual expression, and I find myself getting angrier all the time.
I fucking hate my life!!
This is not what I wanted for my "new year" :-(
2020 can kiss my fucking ass!!!
