edicius.
this house has become my personal hell. i come home, lay down early, and rise late, only to feel like i haven’t slept at all. i need out, an escape, a real escape. i think i need to get away, run away. run from all iv ever known, and never turn back. i don’t think there’s much you can do for someone once they become an empty vessel. i feel as if i am held hostage by my mind.
i. just. want. out.
Oh man. The Group needs to know about this game. And play it. Frequently.
omg that’d be glorious
I have a scar from Get Down Mr President.
we used to play it in parties in high school.
except the injury didn’t actually happen when I was tackled, but when I stood up and started going after my friends I walked into a bed frame and cut my leg…
