I got bored with all the other social media and decided to haunt my old internet spots (this void hellscape). I kinda miss it. And I should be too old to say that but I’m not. I kinda miss it because I went through some old messages and chats and just that whole era of my life, ya know.
Shit, I was here pre-tumbularity!
Some of y’all actually hit on me back then, lol. I even got out of my shell to flirt with some of you freaks and I read through them again I feel...sad.
Just another sad boy tumblr blog just like always.
I feel sad that I don’t do that anymore...or can even feel like that anymore. And certainly, no one is hitting on me anymore.
Then I did this thing where I realized...some of the folks I followed are...still here! and yes, I thirst followed some of them. And they’re still getting all the notes like they used to. Their inbox still filled up with thirsty dudes. And they are most definitely not so young anymore either.
Life really does suck for the uggos, huh? It truly is a different reality if you’re pretty, huh. Just insane. I don’t really feel this much envy anymore but this is what i get for opening up tumblr.
I’m over 30. I work. I eat. I l sleep. I look at the markets. And one thing I don’t do is feel like I can feel puppy love again.
I said the same shit 10 years ago. But now I’m really sure. It’s true. I’m really sure. I will never fall in love. I don’t know that feeling anymore.
There is no love in your 30s. There is only your stock portfolio and what you can’t afford. And it’s tanking and it’s a lot.














