Thursday, August 8, 2024.
East Dundee, Illinois.

I don’t know why I got this account. I don’t feel like writing. Of course, when my accounts were blown up one after the other, I lost all my enthusiasm. I’m not complaining. It’s their right to blow them up. I was writing meaningless and worthless things, and they saved me from this torment. I’m grateful to the administration.

Old Russian porn. Young girls. All sweet. All beautiful. Teen Mirage. I fell in love with this girl last time. I keep falling in love with someone else every day.

The truck broke down. I brought it in for repairs. They fixed it. It’s hard to get a load in the afternoon. Fuck all the money I’m gonna make. The truck broke down.