dogecore lore

My mother thought I was losing my mind. After 2 years of barely leaving the house who could blame me? I had only my cat for company. I was regretting being alive at this point. Whats the point? Every day I would just wake up and doom scroll the news and forums becoming increasingly anxious about the world.

She got more worried when I started taking out my frustrations on her. I would call her drunkenly at 2am and start screaming "DID ANYONE ASK ME??? DID YOU AND DAD EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT I WANTED WHILST YOU WERE FUCKING!??"

They say cooties aren't real but I know that's not true. I happen to suffer from them but luckily I’m asymptomatic. I thought I had bad luck at first, and after that, had suffered a strange set of coincidences. Coincidental things would happen way too often and I'm there, in the middle of it all, wondering if it has something to do with me. That's when I realized I suffered from cooties and it was probably best that I isolate myself.

He sits in the bosses office. Come to think of it, I've never actually met the real boss. It was the secretary woman who sits in front of his office who interviewed me for this job at the Greggs Bakery factory and here I stand, pumping weird pink meat into sausage roll tubes for a living.

I've always been insecure about my body, like it is somehow incorrect or broken. That this machine my brain rides around in is bad product. I know it's stupid because everyone is different. We are not Mcnuggets which must abide by 5 different exact shapes, we are a mess of blobs and angles that writhe around doing daily chores. But I can’t help but look upon myself and think I've been handed bad card in life...