Fun, games, possible nudity.

What. The fuck. Is the point.

It's official: today is likely to be a good day. I'm gonna stay positive at least until tonight lol

Being lonely when you're not alone sucks.

"If you're happy and you know it then your face will surely show it" is the incorrect way. If my face is gonna show it, why am I doing all this other goofy shit?

The first time i played The Last Of Us Part 2, I cried a LOT. Now, on replays, there are only two parts that consistently make me cry. One is of course the last conversation with Ellie and Joel. The other is Abby in Santa Barbara, running through radio frequencies and getting more and more desperate with each one. Laura Bailey absolutely crushed this scene. I start sobbing the first time her voice cracks and I don't stop until the conversation is almost over.

Blah blah blah I suck blah blah bad at life blah blah blah waste of space and oxygen

I feel defeated.

I am having one of those nights where I feel worthless and trapped. I hate it. I swear I am so frustrated I want to put my head through a wall. I'm not ok. I'm a mess and I want for this to stop and it won't. Now's a good time for that lightning to strike me...

Finally watched the first two episodes of Scrubs revival. Cried 3 times. Why do I love this show so much?

Anybody got a time machine so I can go off my previous self? Asking for... myself.

I have this intense urge to scream, backed by an intense feeling of that urge not accomplishing anything, both feeding into a sense of despair I do not want to have anymore. I should really just go to bed. I don't honestly want to wake up all that badly. I do not like myself, nor do I like my endless ranting about how miserable I am. I should be happy. I am too stupid to be happy. The problem is that I care. I can't not care. I wish I didn't. If I could not care, I could've been free of myself decades ago. If you're still reading this, I'm sorry. You didn't need this shit. Ignore me. You're better off.

Just another Tuesday. I tried not to care, but nobody would let me forget it, so I started caring again. Waste of a day. Nothing good really happened. Balls.

And just like that I'm in a shitty mood. That didn't take much or long.

Is it weird that when Seattle won, I checked on their Super Bowl history, found out they won in 2014, and concluded that if The Last Of Us was real they would have won 0 Super Bowls? Or is that somehow ok?