So, ever had to post a journal entry on a PS3? Because your computer of the past 4 years decided that now would be the perfect time to have a dead motherboard? Well, this is what that looks like. Damn thing had a lot of sentimental value too. Through my laptop i met the people who became the closest thing I have to friends anymore, the folks who helped me survive two years of overwhelming suicidal depression. I know it sounds pathetic to say that i associate my laptop with the people who unknowingly saved my life, but I don't give a shit what people think of me. Besides, I'm fully aware nobody reads these journals of mine anyways.
Point is, I'm going to have to spend nearly all the money I've clawed my way into having through a job I hate, money I had been hoping to save for when I inevitably get kicked out once my parents get sick of me being a burden after four years of fucking up, to buy a new laptop. I don't know why I'm writing this, but fuck it. Just... fuck it.