i handled my mental health perfectly by refusing to qualify for a hot lapping challenge that would frustrate me beyond belief and in perfect kharmic justice i am now sitting at home while my friends all hang out in Vegas for the hotlapping competition.
i feel exceedingly lonely, empty and worthless beyond anything i've felt in months, all because i knew better than to grind my face against a hotlap at a fucking terrible track with a fucking terrible car.
no matter what i do sim racing finds a way to make me fucking sob like a lunatic