Such strange things they are. Usually, whenever one wants to take a nap, and they awaken? They feel on top of the world, sometimes. Other times, just neutral. Some people are like me, and have to force themselves to sleep because of their medical conditions. I don't find naps to be quite friendly to me, though. I always wake up with this sickening feeling of self-loathing and feel like walking into traffic, or maybe in front of a stop-sign. I hate the feeling that I always get; it's one of the worst that I can feel. Harmeyer is awake, and here, so I've got one less thing to worry about. I usually have to chat with someone, maybe I'd have to go through a quick RP-session with someone, too. Sometimes, though, it feels good to just let things off. Though, with those things, come with insults. Onni had dealt with my moods numerous times, too. I regret doing these sort of things that I know I will regret - like naps - while thinking that it will "be okay, this time." It's driving me nigh mad. You do these things, expecting a different result. All of the time, it's the same result. You can think of it as different, and want another one, but that doesn't make you any less mad. Hm. I feel better, now. Should I continue with my writing?
That I shall, but only for a few more sentences. I've lost motivation.
It's somewhat how I am with a few certain video games that I have. Max Payne 2, where I go into a room, clear it of the ones that want to kill me, and look at the scene as if it were something real happening. I try and make the bodies fit, into a sort of scenario. That's always what I do. It's what I do each time I play the game. Not for the story -Even though Max Payne has a brilliant story- but for the fun I have playing it. I always try to make it fit. Time and time again. That's all that I do.
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