we didn't try. you're welcome.
Wojakvros isn't just one character. It's all of us who know that people who try always lose. So naturally, we decided not to try at all.
same seven days. same wojak. checks robinhood before he checks his own feelings.
Sunday
wakes up, grabs the phone, says "5 more minutes." three hours disappear.
opens robinhood. everything's red. closes it. opens it again anyway.
sits on the kitchen floor. fridge is full. nothing in it counts as a meal.
tells himself monday will be different. it won't be, but it's a nice thought.
Monday
alarm goes off. gets snoozed six times. this counts as a personal record.
technically working. mentally somewhere off the coast of nowhere.
eats a sandwich by himself. tv's on. nobody's watching it, including him.
robinhood again. still red. checks his feelings never.
Tuesday
doesn't want to get up. gets up anyway. decides that counts as trying.
doesn't talk to anyone. nobody notices. he notices.
controller in hand, game on, brain fully powered off. it's the only rest he gets.
counts the empty bottles on the table. decides to count them properly tomorrow.
Wednesday
"halfway through the week" — as if that means something got done.
scrolls. scrolls. scrolls. the app doesn't care, and neither does he, apparently.
surrounded by people all day. still manages to feel completely alone.
lost in thought. no specific thought. just the general weather of one.
Thursday
plans the weekend. it's a good plan. it will not survive contact with the weekend.
stares at a chart. understands none of it. keeps staring anyway.
sits alone. the room gets darker before he bothers with the light.
can't sleep. the phone becomes the only company that doesn't ask questions.
Friday
"today's the day I do something different." narrator: he did not.
everyone else has plans. he has wifi.
same routine, new day. the routine doesn't seem to mind.
robinhood, one more time. hope, also one more time. red, also also one more time.
Saturday
sleeps in, because last night's phone shift ran long.
drives around with nowhere to be. nothing gets done, and for once nothing was really planned either.
controller, bottles, silence. the usual cast, the usual show.
wonders when the cycle breaks. doesn't wonder hard enough to break it.
Sunday, again
wakes up. grabs the phone. says "5 more minutes." you've read this one already.
leans on the window. doesn't sleep. doesn't wake up either, not really.
Wojak sleeps till late at night so he can live out his dreams in his sleep, because in real life, he's not accomplishing shit.
you scrolled all the way down. that's the most effort you'll make today.
changelog: nothing changed. last updated: never.