My type of woman? Glad you asked. I say to my monitor, the black pool reflecting only my srained and tired eyes back at me.
Yep, I like the kind of girl who is obviously the worst decision I’ll ever make by talking to. The worse her life choices and attitude, the more she’s my type. I continue, ignoring my neighbor banging on my wall for me to shut the fuck up.
Drug addict? That’s cool. Drop out? Based. No life plans? Awesome! Some horrific emo/goth/punk phase you will immediately regret not even two years later but think that’s your “lifestyle”? No way, me too.
I may or may not have played a visual novel like that recently.