I’m so lonely and sad that I try to distract myself and fill the emptiness with stories, books and shows, fictional characters and fictional problems, and it’s beautiful but it’s no way to live one’s life; it’s escaping. It just makes me sensitive and vulnerable to the real world, I can’t take real life anymore, I’m tired. I’m tired.
me, who has only ever played pokemon games and perhaps dabbled in mario once upon a time: yeah!
friend: nice! don;t you hate it when the fps dcl buffers too long and your team comp falls below the golden ratio which nerfs your loot boxes until season 3 the last time i had to carry my team with a dps who had such a big hitbox even the npcs could rush me oh and also there were two tanks camping on the spawn point
do you ever think about how cool it would be to be crazy rich bc you could scroll through Tumblr and just slam dunk all these go fund mes to 100% without a second thought? you get a car, and you get a power wheelchair, and you get rent, and you get surgery for your dog, and and and and
i don’t like texting because it fosters this idea that we have to be accessible to others and to interaction 24/7??? stop that!!! if im not texting back, it’s not bc i i hate you, it’s because im just chilling, ok? and interacting is draining. i don’t think every person should have to be accessible to everyone that has their number literally every second of every day. stop apologizing for not texting back “on time.” do you, live ya life on your own time okay????
the last time i had to carry my team with a dps who had such a big hitbox even the npcs could rush me oh and also there were two tanks camping on the spawn point
Pass Through Fire 