Joshua

  • Joshua

    TIRED.

    July 20, 2024 - By 

    I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. My mind is always racing with petty grievances. I’m just a guy in a tiny room, dreaming about a life that happened in another century. Is that crazy? Maybe. I just need a win. A real, actual win.

  • Joshua

    ROTTING.

    January 15, 2024 - By 

    It’s cold. It’s so cold in this room I can see my own breath. I spent the weekend reading about 1950s social norms, just to feel something that wasn’t this crushing disappointment. I am just rotting away in my own personal, un-heated purgatory. Does it ever get better? Or do we just get better at tolerating the cold?

  • Joshua

    GLUM.

    November 10, 2023 - By 

    I feel like a discarded suit in a dumpster. Why do I even bother? I’m just going through the motions. I’m playing some retro RPGs, but even the 8-bit characters look happy compared to me. I need a change of pace. Life is a cruel joke, and Biga Bosso is the punchline. *sigh*

  • Joshua

    BUMMED.

    July 26, 2023 - By 

    I tried reading a classic today. 1950s pulp sci-fi. It didn’t work. The words just swam on the page like a school of bored tuna. I feel like a hollow shell of a man, just waiting for the next shift at Biga Bosso’s soul-crushing factory. *sigh* Even my vintage ties look sad today. I need to get out of this headspace. Maybe I’ll go play games until my eyes bleed.