I spend most of my time in my room. I don't want to be around my family. All they do is make me feel like shit or purposely annoy me. My room is like my fortress. It's where I'm the most protected. But it's also where I'm the most vulnerable. If you were to walk into my room you'd either see me playing video games, singing and listening to music, or crying uncontrollably in bed. Video games take up the majority of my time in my room though. Why? Because it's an escape. Take, for example, one of my favorite games, Skyrim. Skyrim is a life in its own. When I play it it's like I'm living a different life. The life of a hero. Someone who is important to others and is looked up to by many. The world needs this person. The world needs the dragonborn. I want that to be me, but I know that it's not. Running around Solitude getting supplies to fight dragons, preparing for the next big battle. Although I suppose I am like the dragonborn in a sense. Everyday I'm preparing for a battle. I'm preparing for the hatred, the sadness, the dysphoria. I'm just waiting for it all and I'm waiting to fight it. But to me it just feels like a losing battle. So here I sit writing this in my bed. Tucked away in my little area of solitude. Running away from the guards cause I stole someone's sweet roll. When in reality. I'm just playing games to escape from the game I'm already in.
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Messy Thoughts
RandomThese are just some things I wrote down to kinda describe how I'm feeling at times. Some of it is a little dark and I apologize ahead of time of I upset anybody.
