this is the dead-end lifestyle we lead:
you lavish yourself with expensive gifts, pay a rediculously expensive rent,flaunt your UVA hat as much as possible…..all this for what. To live paycheck to paycheck spending each one of your miserable days infront of a fucking spreadsheet, completely alienating yourself from whats really going on. And then you get your big reward, when you get to go out every weekend and talk about the most trivial shit with a bunch of yuppie fucks while drinking your overpriced vodka and tonics and stare and unnactractive girls and then go home and JO to them while you put warcraft on pause.
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