It's after midnight, and our hero has found himself in the friendzone. He's posting from a friend's house and no women pounced on him. He's going home alone.
Now he's home. Time to unleash the beast.
By "used" he probably means a girl bummed a smoke and didn't offer him sex for it. This dude is seriously weird like that.
Satan take me!
Listening to some Godsmack will surely improve things!
Or not.
He does this sarcastic "I'm sooooo happy for all you non-incels who can get girlfriends" thing a lot.
Actually, fuck you all.
Whenever he starts talking about crime or cops (which he does a lot), it's safe to say it didn't happen.
Somehow he took a nap there for a bit.
Gonna kill myself again!
Apparently tried punching out a window, but his hand shattered instead. Nobody's buying it.
Now supposedly his roommate is kicking him out.
Gonna listen to some Slipknot to figure it out.
Wait, he's somehow been in jail posting and listening to music etc?
Heartbroken word salad.
Keep fighting the good fight. You'll escape the friendzone yet.
He never left the house. He does nothing that would require rehab.
Self improvement begins with spending your tugboat on concert tickets.
And he fell asleep reading it I assume because that's where his saga ends for now.
This dude is like an emotional rollercoaster of autism and inceldom.