*sigh* I'd drop this stupid waste of hours in a heartbeat if I wasn't so scared of not having it; maybe if I thought somebody else was going to start another continuation, which would be half decent. Come to that, I want to think such a thing would last, and I don't know why. People will find other time sinks, and the "continuity" of the Arenas doesn't even exist except in my and maybe one other person's heads; it's never been coherent, I made sure of that. It's a waste of damn time, my time, and lots and lots of it. All that shit I should've done and should be doing, I didn't do and am not doing because of this. Because I'm this fucking lonely. I can't fucking talk to people, and I can't choose to just be where other people are; I can't make friends because I never bothered to learn how and am too chickenshit to learn; I can't hang out with people without an appointment, and I can't do anything except play games and bitch when I lose. I can't have a simple conversation.
I blame homeschooling for letting me avoid learning how to deal with people. High school would've forced me, and even if I'd still be scared of people, I'd be able to deal with them. Hell, I might've had a job by now.
i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, babyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i think i mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apartInterstellar is a three-hour-long mindfuck.
Apparently, if you get sucked into a black hole, it just takes you out of the map and you can do noclip wallhax. And also you can suddenly breathe in spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.
Fiction science is a helluva drug.
i care but i'm restless, i'm here but i'm really gone, i'm wrong and i'm sorry, baby

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