I get the feeling that this guy would feel a lot better if he joined the theater club, or wrote some poetry, or something. He’s definitely got a flair for the dramatic.
I ran a 7th Sea RP this weekend, and I want to tell you about it, but I am exhausted and my depression is dragging me down accordingly. I feel very useless, worthless, pointless, and just a general pathetic waste of flesh and breath lately. So I’m going to keep this short, go take a shower, and make an early night of it. I will endeavor to share the adventure I wrote for my swash-bucklers next update.
Take care of yourselves.