I just played the game Loved after my friend recommended it to me. And, let me just say. That was a wild ride. When they called me names, for dying, for failing, I felt bad. I did better. But at one point I noticed, and I was like heck no, and started doing it for myself. Because I wanted out. I started countering their insults, like when they called me ugly, I told myself I was beautiful. But then came the red dots. And. Let me just say. I hated them so much. I felt so cornered when they first appeared, and then they started to hang up on me and I felt absolutely helpless that I even went into a wall to escape them. And when they started ganging up on me, it only made me feel more helpless. Eventually though, I recovered and tried and tried again until I could get past them. At the end though, when there were what seemed like millions, I just ran. I was so afraid I just ran. I felt so overwhelmed and stressed that I didn’t even come up with a strategy. Just run. And when I finally got the choice to leave them, it felt so good. I wanted out. I didn’t care about them. Even when they said I loved you. I didn’t feel bad. But now, as I write this, I feel a little guilty. What if they needed me? But yeah my Wednesday’s going good how about yours haha—
