It's been six months since I posted here. It's been … a long time since I spent time on any other social media than discord. I hate it here. I'm the BPD symptom holder in the system, which means all I do out here these days is feeling emotions that seemingly no one else in here is able to do

At least I can help the system by pouring out all of those emotions that have been bottled up since the last time I fronted. This is what I do for them now. I exist for my system

So, Midnight Suns,

Unfortunately a delight to play, and perhaps even more unfortunately it falls under the umbrella of our& primary introject juice of Marvel. If I retain a secondary source anytime soon (or the system expands, which is equally likely), I blame the growing hours of gameplay

Then again, I suppose I already do have more than one source

Huh

My difficulty to put this game down once I've started it up, along with the mild to moderate identity warble I get once I actually do put it down, might be saying something . . . I'm not sure about what that something is yet, but it's possible that I'll have to pull one of those pk;m new within time. So much for No Split September, huh?

Oh, to sprint a mile just to feel my legs ache from exertion. To feel the cold air burn on the inside of my lungs as my chest heaves. To feel the fresh breeze against my face.

My heart pounding inside my chest, pumping the blood through my veins. There's so much power in just sprinting a brief distance. There's a freedom in it.

Running is allowing yourself to be free of your burdens, and allowing yourself to feel the wonder of your own body /pos

So, Midnight Suns,

Unfortunately a delight to play, and perhaps even more unfortunately it falls under the umbrella of our& primary introject juice of Marvel. If I retain a secondary source anytime soon (or the system expands, which is equally likely), I blame the growing hours of gameplay