Confessions Of a Solitudinarian

Devin. 18.

Bearded boy made of trash.

I don't know what I'm doing

But I think it's killing me.


The year is 2026 I am on my ski doo brand jet ski with a very attractive lady. I am riding my ski doo brand jet ski towards the horizon at a blazing fast speed. Right as I get to the horizon I wake up in my bleak apartment. The oceans have all dried up ski doo brand jet skis are a thing of the past…there are only pictures to allow us to remember…there are only fleeting moments of fun that come to you in your dreams…