Don't really have my **** together. Live in a small apartment with drop ceilings. Still **** the bed occasionally. Borderline alcoholic.
Rolled the dice on a **** the other day and I **** my pants.
Balding prematurely. Emotionally unavailable. Intimacy issues. Afraid of commitment. Vape constantly. Currently ******* my Fleshlight twice a day.
I don't fold my laundry, just dump it in a pile on the couch.
Can't cook, clean occasionally. Brush my teeth once a day. Pretend to be a writer to garner attention.
Outwardly come off as brooding and intellectual, actually just endlessly introspective. Have no valuable skill set, will not be able to provide.
I have curtains, but they're really just leftovers from my ex and now I use them as fancy hanging napkins.
Bad case of foot fungus.
Terrible with money, impulsive and predictable.
Generally lethargic but still skinny due to malnutrition.
Looking for a woman to love me then leave me, fulfilling my endless cycle of self-pity. All in all a total man-child with little to offer. Hit me up, prolly not doing anything.