The brutal truth of having a passion for rpgs
My ultimate fantasy is to one day wake up in an alternate universe looking how I want myself to look, in a world that isn't already too late to save, to be taken in by a group of loyal misfit friends who never leave me alone and we go on adventures that make me feel like my life has purpose and meaning and we're not powerless. I'd probably still have depression and anxiety because it's a part of me, but it would be easier to bear this way.




















