it sucks knowing that my specific lot in life means i need people to do things for me, and that nobody is coming to help.

i just.

i don't know. i'll go back to dolly posting or whatever this quarter's attempt at using the facade of a dancing jester to mask how little i want to exist is eventually.

if i sit myself down, take a deep breath and ask myself "what do i want?" the eventual answer is always total nonexistence. i just want to rest, because i exist in a world that hates me and even those who claim to be my peer eventually reject me because i can't take the steps they do.

-breathing and walking comfortably would get in the way of doing anything with myself.

i've never really felt like a human being because i do not have wants or desires or dreams or ambitions. my entire life is just me making excuses not to answer the call of the void.

i'm like completely immune to nice things people say about me because my automatic response is "ah, of course, you believe this because of X/Y/Z facade i'm maintaining".

HUH

for assorted reasons i don't play fangames (Pokemon or otherwise)

KFC, of course

mornin' hamrade elly!

what the hell... autumnphobic

i wager that Owlcat mentioned adding Vect and after a week of silence, Ian Livingstone showed up with a sword

are you fucking kidding me lmao

mornin' hamrade wynne!

it seamlessly transitions into the fucking officer's meeting too lmao

DAMN

it's *so* much game

the very same

nini suzrade!

a Chaos Daemon walked out of a warp portal and said "hey man, you did great, you're an instrument of Chaos now, here's a weapon of mass destruction" and Argenta, the Adeptus Sororitas and Ulfar, the Adeptus Astartes, were just picking their noses