I haven't been okay in years. I live in constant torment. My inadequacy, my failures. They threw the book at me, now only Garfield knows when I'm free. I live in a state adjacent to mental anguish and total agony. We are all stuck in a loop of destruction and annihilation, forever replaying the horrors of finite existence. I dream of sweet release, as my body is broken and my mind is torn between salvaging existing assets and relenquishing past trauma. I inhabit a hell of my own making, a prison of my own mind. I feel white-hot ice picks pierce through my eyes and lay to rest within the fibre of my being, slowly unspooling my DNA. I am unable to move on. I am unable to function as a member of this hell upon earth we have created so unscrupulously. There is no escape.

-rep walling and aimboting in CS

meh

put a mask on my face, now i look like an emoji

my babe

прими го трейд