Rowan Byers

Don't Read Me.

Rowan Byers

Gosh I don't really know what to say because I don't really have a lot of self esteem. I don't do good work, pay attention or process new information or ideas well. I often think of suicide. I was so miserable at my last job that I decided to just walk off, so don't assign me anything that might break my little snowflake spirit. I need to be coddeled and constantly supervised but I'll also be resentful of anyone who has more power or talent then me. I'm not attractive enough to be a model (plus my face is red a lot of the time) but I am attractive enough to have an overblown sense of self worth that when not reflected back to me in clear praise, withers like a leaf in fall. I dream of falling into a black hole. I would blissfully submit to the new world order and plug IV drugs into my arm and relax inside a coffin sized pod with a vr headset and a vibratory suck n fuck machine for maximum pleasure and derangement. We can only worship death now. The end is neigh. The four horsemen of the apocolpyse ride. Bitcoin is a false god and will not save us. Gold, silver, oil & guns are alll flase gods. Family and society are illusions, the only truth is the mediated feed of social media hahahahahahhaa

TLDR; I don't like myself, I don't like you, don't hire me.