The end of all things that you may or may not hold affection towards 

The bottomless pits of despair, that really aren't all that bad. 

Lazy prick (A.K.A. unemployed writer) 

I need a job. 

music of varing genres, writing (dead end job, as far as I'm aware), video game (possibly more profitable than writing), eating, sleeping, breathing, preforming other basic life-sustaining functions, et cetera 

I'm an unemployed, underage, sleep-deprived young writer/author (unpublished, of course) Born in Finland, holds clanship in Ireland(possible low grade royalty), has extended family with hordes of wealth (overseas), and raised in the most desolate hellhole 

Alexi Valentine (leaderboard)