She doesnt want me to play games

Terminal im afraid, only treatment is to become teto

I diagnose you with vocaloitis

Imagine if you guys got an insanely deep voice, like deeper than wolfs
just think about how eugene would sound like when flustered

Jerry

i know i should, its the logical and the best course of action to heal. And yet i cant bring myself to do that yet, i feel an invisible chain hold me back, perhaps its fear

when does the sorrow end, months can go by and yet i remain feeling my inner weeping every hour of the day. i try to extend my hands in hopes of grabbing what was already long gone. absentmindedly thinking of what it could've been, what i have forever cast away. forever more

maybe i should never try again, it has only ended in disaster for people around me, and the only recurring factor is that its me.
if i can hold the pain and hide my agony perhaps people would stay happier and joyful.
but to what end, whats the point if i cant enjoy it alongside others
im forlorn