Writing sucks

It's fucking suck, it's even worse then having someone with braces gives you a blowjob. Or an Asian guy as your driver instructor and a black guy as your house security.

Simply put, I don't like to write

Fuck

I don't want to pay rent

I don't want to die either.

I need to pay rent though, but I'm a girl with a dick, I can't be a male prostitute or even a female one, THE AUTHENTIC ONE.

Did I even spell prostitute correctly?

Today I sat on my table, looking out at the endless wonders outside called Human Civilization and I want to jump out of the window.

But what's sad is, this is only the first floor, if I jump, I have to try really hard to hit my head, even then, the worst thing that could have happen is my head getting a 200 yen bandage on it with no pain. Also, in this fanfic, I also wear glasses for no apparent reason, because the one who wrote this, didn't look at the cover image correctly, so now I have glasses on this story, but in the real story, I ain't having none.

Imagine, if this story goes public, and then the very next chapter, shiyon decided to write me having glasses.

Anyways, my point is.

Fuck writing, if there's anyone out there that named their kid or kids writing. I'm going to get over, strip down your kid's pants and fuck them until the next time Mariah Carey breaks her ice on December 2023.

Simply put, I'm going to fucking do it, I'm going to break in the landlord's room, which is on the highest floor, cus, you know, fucking capitalism and its hierchy pyramid scheme shit I don't even know I'm a writer I don't have education or common sense, I only have some sorts of ADHD or Autism or something in between.

So there I was, slamming into the hoe's room. That's exactly when I saw her was doing a handstand with her back facing the wall, mind you, A ONE HAND HAND STAND, the other one was holding a cigarette and smoking it like a badass.

My landlord; Oya Yanushi, because some crackhead of parenting would name their kid that and expect them to grow up not being assholes.

"What's up dude?" Oya-san spoke up, still give little to no shit as she exhale a puff of smoke.

To describe her for you people reading at home, an easier time to imagine and masturbate to; she got white hair, like those fantasy medieval shit, I don't even know how you can achieve that brightness naturally. It's so white it would glow in the darkest matter known to man and the KKK would worship it, but it was short, around her neck or something her boobs was big though, like, holy shit, let me tell you, her boobs were bigger than my own head, it's not the level of Korean MILF Hentai big, but enough for some dudes I've seen trying to hold her milkers.

"I'm going to kill myself." I said.

"But you didn't pay my rent." She smokes again.