Original HP 64 Black Ink Cartridge

If I had a dollar for every time I replaced my HP black ink cartridge, I’d have bought a brand new printer by now… oh wait, I already did. For $200. And yet, here I am, two months later, shelling out another $25 like clockwork because apparently, that black ink is more elusive than my missing socks. Honestly, it’s 2025—how is this still a thing? I print maybe 100 sheets tops before the printer starts crying “low ink.” I swear, the ink disappears faster than my motivation on a Monday morning. It’s like HP invented this magical ink that evaporates into thin air right after I buy it. At this point, I’m convinced HP’s real business isn’t printers—it’s selling ink subscriptions disguised as cartridges. I’m starting to think the printer is just a fancy paperweight that reminds me how much I’ve been scammed. “Buy our printer cheap, but pay us forever for ink,” says HP with a grin. Seriously, in an age of self-driving cars and AI that can write poems, can’t someone invent ink that lasts more than a fortnight? I’d settle for ink that stays put longer than a TikTok trend. HP, if you’re listening: it’s time to stop treating your customers like ATMs with paper jams. Because this ink saga? It’s the longest, most expensive drama I didn’t sign up for.