Overly feminine and overly masculine. Overly big and overly small. Overly loud and overly silent. Overly poor and overly fancy. Overly over, and game over.
I guess that is just how the human brain works by association trying to fit you inside a box where you can not be; beaten, broken, and pulled apart in pieces, but you are now aren’t you and then put together everything makes sense leaving you farting your head off.
Sometimes it’s the little things which make me feel that I am worthy of being alive like that one time when I refused a piece of the cake because I sensed that it wasn’t for me.
When one’s work is shared and still they wonder if they should state appreciation.
Stranger: Don’t you wanna go to the beach.
Me: I am the beach.
The flat version of the poetry.
The retard version of the art.
The bullshit version of the witchcraft.
A reason to deal with you all at once—show me what you got.
People who get bullied in high school decide to take class in game design so to take it out on the player’s mind. Fucking nerd.