I draw a hot sorrow bath
In my despair room
With a misery candle burning
I wash my hair with regret shampoo
After cleaning myself with pain soap
I dry myself with my gorgeous white
One hundred per cent and it will never change towel
Then smooth on my I don’t deserve lotion
And I hate myself face cream
Then I put on my alone again silk pyjamas
And go to sleep
When the hue has gone blue
And you can’t quite grin and bear it
Let this word picture remind you
It can always be worse.

This account is shared between three users: More specifically, three brothers. The bio to follow, however, will only concern the one writing this: The oldest brother.

Preferred mental state: Calm, focused, aware, and devoid of distractions.

Short summary: Has renounced friendship as a concept. People—and by extension, all life—only exists to harm and backstab one another. The only one I can trust, is myself.

Games that I play on Steam: Grim Dawn, Homefront, Homeworld: Remastered, Red Faction: Guerrilla, Saints Row IV, Star Wars: Battlefront II, Stronghold Crusader HD, and Team Fortress 2.

If you see 'me' playing a game that isn't listed above, then it's probably one of my two younger brothers using this account; we have different tastes in games...


Edit: Okay, new rule: Unsolicited 'friend requests' will always be declined. No exceptions.

BREATHE

Fear. Anger. Hatred. These are emotions that I can sublimate productively.


You fear that which you cannot control. But can you control your fear?


Life without challenge makes for empty victories. Same goes for cheating and hacking in multiplayer games. No challenge equals no satisfaction.


Power destroys the world. Knowledge informs the world. Rationality spares the world. All three working together IMPROVES the world.


I carve my own path through existence. I conform only to my own sense of self. I refuse to remain satisfied, lest I lose my motivations for improving or fixing things. Let my fear of death remain enough reason to keep living.

I think. I feel. I breathe. I live. Yet, this hunger remains insatiable...

let me out let me out

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