It’s just a flesh wound (/writhes)
I’m not sure why I was excited to return to XIV, honestly. I’m just back to me standing alone waiting for pvp queues and playing with clothes...many times I’ve considered killing off Dys (the little minuscule RP’er in me cries), and I can’t do it. Maybe moving again might do it (NOT running for those that think so; go away while I don’t go away w). Baldung has wee little sparks reaching for me ~wink wink~
Unemployed still, but I got a place for a month; hope i’m able to integrate well. Aside from that? You’ll find I’m a very underwhelming individual. I don’t smile often, and when I do...well it’s an honest one. Unless it’s a picture; fucking fake smile (unless it’s a good moment, y’know?).
I’m getting tired of re-opening old scars, but I’m seeing that reminders are oft necessary. Like most in these end times, you’ll find when you are cut deep and the victim survives:
“Son’s must answer for their fathers’ sins. We do not forgive. We do not forget.”
