be me
hate my shitty life
pissed nobody ever shows interest in me
rewatch season1 of TD 2 years back
decide a few weeks ago to stop talking to the little frens I had left
frens call me for once after a while
don't respond, Rust wouldn't
Ignore the girl from Uni I've been talking to when he asks if I still want to grab coffee (I asked)
Rust wouldn't spend time on gay ass networking
Start going to the gym
Get to Rust's weight and bodyfat
lookin good, shoulders need more work
Make it a point not to talk to anyone, ever.
When forced to talk I make sure it's briefly and that I always convey disgust in my diction
When commuting with Public Transport or walking I stare into the distance with a retarded level of focus (I'm looking for the yellow king)
If not staring, just squint my eyes and open my mouth whilst turning my head (looking for clues)
Smoking a pack a day (getting to 2)
Voice gets raspier due to cigs and the imprint rust had on my subconscious
Listen almost exclusively to the show's soundtrack and adjacent genres
Do mundane tasks like washing the dishes while staring into my reflection on the kitchen cabinet with Casey's last ride playing in the background
badass
mom calls to ask why I don't call anymore
I have things to do
fuck I'm cool
Rust Cohle literally saved my life. I went from hating my life and feeling shitty to feeling shitty and not liking it because it makes me feel cool and superior to others. Some of you will thing this is larp but it isn't. Thanks Matthew Macnugetshey.