I love reading old logs, and in some ways I hate it. All that wonderful writing and cool stuff. Then the melancholy, all the pups or people you don't play with anymore, all the things you miss. It's like an old lover, yeah? Like something went away and you didn't realize it until you looked back.
And people say it's only a game. Psh. Go 'way. My mind's gotta live somewhere.
And people say it's only a game. Psh. Go 'way. My mind's gotta live somewhere.
Current Location: workies
Current Mood:
moody
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