• Joshua

    TIRED.

    I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. My mind is always racing with petty grievances. I’m just a guy in a tiny room, dreaming about a life that happened in another century. Is that crazy? Maybe. I just need a win. A real, actual win.

  • Render

    STAGNANT.

    Tanaka is still an idiot, and I’m still doing his work. Biga Bosso actually asked me to ‘help him learn’ something. I’m a saint. A saint in a gabardine jacket. My brain is leaking out of my ears. W00T! Go team! I’m so over this.

  • Heaven

    SAD GEEK.

    I beat another game. YAY. It’s not filling the void, folks. The void is deep and it smells like stale ramen. I miss when I had ambition. Now, my only ambition is to find a heater that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. Maybe I should learn a new language? No, I’m already fluent in two and look where it got me. Nowhere.

  • Joshua

    ROTTING.

    It’s cold. It’s so cold in this room I can see my own breath. I spent the weekend reading about 1950s social norms, just to feel something that wasn’t this crushing disappointment. I am just rotting away in my own personal, un-heated purgatory. Does it ever get better? Or do we just get better at tolerating the cold?