I wake up everyday at 5:00 am to walk the dogs, brush my teeth, take some coffee; Then open my twitter, say GM and look wich Spaces are up.
Farming is so much common these days, along with fake joy about sales from other people than ourselves. Hypocrites, sellers of smoke and false hope.
Who comes up, whos next to pump their bags, its all alredy fixed.
Enter like cattle waiting 6 hours or even more, to be able to talk and leave crying for not selling, maybe tomorrow.....
Yeah i want to quit sometimes, yes i feel like a fucking looser most of the times.
My fingers have calluses of giving laughs, cry and raising hand emojis,
hearts and hearts hoping to be able to speak.
Going to bed.
Gn lovely people from the Metaverse, see you all tomorrow.
REPEAT
