When seeing someone else's game or walk through the world, do you ever wonder how they live.. or where they stand? I sometimes dream of how I can be someone else. Just to awake and find that being someone else is an illusion...


I've been on steam for the past 4 years. In that time I've seen enough people pass me by walking in their own pace. In turn some turned out to be corrupt, some turned out to be very good friends. Yet alot pass me by thinking of me as someone I'm not.

Those, who do do know me, also want to see me as who I am.


In the end, it's all a game, but the feelings are real. Friendship.. trust.. love.. companionship. Things which you get once, are easy to play with, but will never come back once abused.


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In the end I forever wonder: Why do people celebrate birthdays? I mean, why celebrate you've lived and wasted another year, and another year closer to death?