- Reposted due to embarrassment of embarrassment. Apologies to everyone. -

What the fuckity fuck fuck is going on with the world? Everyone who reads this knows that something shit has happened, way back when at the earliest.

Perhaps I'm contagious? My fuck ups are seemingly applicable to others, mainly E. There's always someone to catch the flak, but suddenly...they're full. All that's left is me. Honesty is the best policy = an enormous pile of unwanted butt sex. But...even though everything you FUCKING do is aimed to make someone's life better, or at least easier for a moment or two, something goes wrong. Wrong like you sacrifice babies to Nyarlathotep. Fuck Nyarly. What good has he ever done to anything. One misses her, or him, in the way one misses one's own soul, when thinking. A text proclaiming one's own love cannot possibly go wrong, right? Fuck everyone. People are aresholes. Everyone. To some extent.

Why reply like a motherfucking cunting rod? What the hell is a cunting rod? Blame DBD, or E, if it comes to that. Life should be simple for those who cause NO harm to others. Clearly, the idea of a benevolent god is a pile of freakin' horse shit. E has done nothing wrong as far as I'm aware. Nor has DBD. Me, myself? I'm an arsehole. But relationships SHOULD benefit everyone involved. That's the point. People exist purely to make other people feel better.

Which is a reason drink and drugs aren't necessarily a bad thing; almost always they lead to retardation, but every now and then, they help people chill, and suddenly realise they've been fucking everything up. Trust me, I've been there. I still drink way too much, but I feel guilt all the FUCKING DAMN time, so it must be helping.

I'm way too drunk to be posting, but nobody is reading this, besides me, so fuck you all.

Christ almighty (who I am WAAAAY against the belief of) I'm a twat. Ah well. No-one cares. Except me. Maybe, if I sober up in time.

Yes, I'm drunk, but I thought I should post this, and if there's one thing I believe in, it's taking account of one's own actions, or writings, fucking stupid as they be.

Also, GAMESOC seem to object to Arkham Horror. Morons.