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Looks like I have to get a new Gmail because somebody who isn't me just used mine to make a Netflix account
So I log onto GTA to look at all the new heist stuff, and they put FUCKIN MANHUNT MASKS IN THE GAME?
Houston, we have a problem.
Still have a problem, made it worse. As usual
Update, Problem has become good thing. Crisis averted
A thought spins through my head every so often, and in it's wake it tears at me for days afterward. I can no more explain them than I could tell you why it is the sky is both so close and so infinitely far away.
I feel the distance between my thoughts and my logic with every pulse of my ever dying heart. I say both too much and nothing at all because I don't know if the distance between you and I measures the same as the bridging words I clumsily mumble.
Don't mistake this for a confession of weakness, or some form of illness. I don't talk for reasons, I talk for myself and the other me who hates the me I'm becoming.
All these words are nothing more than "Sound and fury, signifying nothing"
I speak in nonsense, do you understand?
It would appear as that I have been struck by a particular form of madness, and in my reflection I have yet to find any way to combat it.
Hi, it's me, the fuck-up
I do not expect you to speak much
Not before I go away
However
Don't expect me to talk without response
And yet I lay here on my floor
I wait, endlessly, it seems
But nothing has come
Bye, it's me again, a fuck-up
My Chemical Romance announcing a comeback?
And announcing this on Halloween?
My God
In which my character now has a chainsaw, wrestling ladies, gentlemen, and my non-binaries
Fuck you 2k and wwe for that 6-man ladder match in story mode. It's just about impossible to do anything because the second the match starts there's 5 people throwing you out of the ring, and everytime you manage to get back in, thrown right back out, and you can't do anything because the reversal system can't handle several moves trying to go off at once. And don't even get me started on the stupid new control layout
I've legitimately burst a blood vessel in frustration, all I want is some relaxing wrestling game fun, not the game equivalent of a mousetrap snapping shut on my junk
Props for my character attempting to murder his opponent by smashing him across the head with a brick in the new wrestling game
Don't ask.
I'm not.
Anybody wanna admit they want me before I go back to Depress-napping?
The fact that Michael is actually getting a Skin and Ghostface is getting the classic robe is just swell.
and the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery..
As far as shooting my shot goes, I apparently can't hit the broadside of a barn
Update: Everything sucks and I want die, have a nice weekend
Desperation hides in
Feigned Indifference
Emptiness festers
In the absence of intimacy
Existence is pain while alone