Daydreaming about Nightmares

me snapping out of a depressive episode, trying to clean up the mess

LoL this feels like me rn

screaming

thE ASIAN GUY

Picture wars are a million times more amusing.

How My Eyes Were Always Tinted

The problem was I saw. From the womb, I could feel unity. Since I can remember, my memory overflowed with harmony. Before I could talk, I experienced the confluence of speech, the concurrence of conference, and the conflux of information. Where others saw spontaneity, I saw inevitability. Where others saw blind chance, I saw design. Where others saw cold fate, I saw purpose. When others called it accidental, I called it intentional. What others called a fluke, I called providence. To others it all seemed optional, but to me everything was essential. Some found worth in freedom of will, some find worth in fleeting pleasure, and still others denied meaning altogether. I saw what was shown to me: perfect, planned, mellifluous uni-verse, the united diversity, the one and the many. But this knowledge is too wonderful for me. I would have never discovered it on my own. My familiarity with creation was the result of a God familiar with me. He loved me. He chose me, pursued me, and showed me His world. My Father adopted me and gave me vision. I was blind and now I see. Now I see the universe for what it is. Letters of Love to His children.

I found this in my feed. I wish it had been 84 years. Perhaps the game would have been good, out of Bethesda's hands.

HAHAHAHAHAHA