once i played minecraft with a talking stage and he poured lava on everything i made and i just had to play it off like i didnnt care that much about minecraft but really i did and i wanted him to die
i have a full-time job, an apartment, hobbies, friends, a hulu subscription, a stack of books I need to read, goals, ambitions, industry representation, side hustles, loving relatives, an airfryer, and health insurance. And yet, my life is empty. because no one is dicking me down