There are days where I stare into the source of my regrets. I look not for ways to shame myself but to come to terms. To forgive myself.
There are days where I stare into the sun. I look and see nothing but judgement, blinding.
There are days where I stare into the source of my regrets. I look not for ways to shame myself but to come to terms. To forgive myself.
There are days where I stare into the sun. I look and see nothing but judgement, blinding.
sometimes you build up your faith in rando players and sometimes that faith gets shattered when you have to drag seven coughing babies through the level 89 trial. of course they can't read mechanics or press their buttons.... they are babies