You all have such cute houses with all these cute little items and adorable outfits on your gorgeous islands already and I have no shoes or trousers on running around my shit island trying to find clothes that don’t make me looking a fucking fool, my walls are bare, my coffee is on the floor because my one possession I’m proud of is on display on my only table, going to the shops to try and improve my style is fruitless because the only items ever on sale are fucking HP OfficeJet 3000 Printer and spare Honda Civic tire, and I have to come home after a long day of running around shooting down balloon gifts sent from Tom Nook God praying it’s shoes but it’s a stop sign and I crumple naked to my plain wood flooring next to my blue camper bed and let my sobs echo through my empty house I’m still selling spiders and sea bass to pay off
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