SHALAMABOOSH

hi would you be interested in rping?

I know I’m screaming into the void here but I just need to get it out that I’m so fucking miserable. I hate my job, I have no real friends, I’m just doing the same shit over and over. I have nothing to look forward to unless my family goes out. All I do is go to work, do school (mostly online), and come home. I have no goals or desires for life. I have no idea if this career path I’m on is even what I want to do. But I don’t know what else to do. I have no passion. There’s no joy in living, everything just gets harder until you die.

My biggest upset is when I work hard to design a character for a roleplay, I mean like going into research on story lore to cultural nuances. I’m spending hours, days perfecting this character. I become attached. They’re in my thoughts, they haunt my mind. I’m creating scenarios in my head. I’m getting super pumped up and excited, only for the damn roleplay to die and/or get cancelled

Hey man 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/358342123?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=jj417100&wp_originator=fhww4xlPOzeFAlP%2F6r9BSwyNLqL%2FNfYDWcMoolnR7arxj4ENHmAkSPC7OJ4EV%2FiON4DgUlLMT4LCRq8fv60YT6DTAt%2BCGqJ4bOvATDnD5XZzCasWKdi0bWJNWRfXPXhw

Getting tired of selection roleplays and applyfics. Do something else

“We’ve known each other a long time. We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend… I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?”

If you’re not participating in this amazing, well-written, lore filled, detailed roleplay, what are you doing with your life?
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/257330851?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=jj417100&wp_originator=lSZ9WSmQhAT55Qzm6xRuNlg1vnpGiWF8Ixr2E0rG9SVQur7NPJaNqa5pSSjxvmQ8zrrvkKAdS91w1zm7i5RY%2FroIQ5rQKNLiFCWNayxE8jjZ46nYB8UyuhC0MseObfRn

Stop drinking Monster, Red Bull, Prime, and all those other toxic energy drinks like you’re a car running on gas. Your heart is not supposed to pounding in your chest like a race horse when you’re sitting still.

Favorite trope: edgy alt death metal head satanic edge lord who adores his supportive grandma. She knits him black skull sweaters and she’s partially deaf so she doesn’t mind listening to all the screaming in his music.