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All the way from early childhood to present times. All the way something is fucked up, a supposed friend betrays me, an animal I loved is thrown outta the house because why the fuck not, my father died outta alcoholic poisoning a.k.a he was a drunkard and etcetera, you don't want to know my whole story. It hurts me to even talk about it.
Games are the only thing which make me remotely happy. Maybe that's sad, but also true.