I.. am.. Rahael.
My Level 70 Swashbuckler is now me. I am inseperable from it.
The real world has lost all appeal to me; my only tenuous link to it, an attractively down-to-earth Polish girl who clearly felt something for me, has moved to another town and met a man. My inability to articulate or act upon positive emotions meant that a possible romance never got further than the first date- a massive leap for me in any case, but seemingly not far enough.
My job has no appeal, but no job does- why hassle myself with changing occupation, learning to drive, finding a new home when it will all lead me inexorably back to my fake electronic world- with my distant friends and my faceless enemies- whom I have come to rely on?
I'm probably a symptom of the modern age, or a sheltered upbringing, or a case study for a bored psychology student. Put simply, i'm a loser and i'm feeling self-destructive.
Anyway, enough about me. SG is still pretty hot.
My Level 70 Swashbuckler is now me. I am inseperable from it.
The real world has lost all appeal to me; my only tenuous link to it, an attractively down-to-earth Polish girl who clearly felt something for me, has moved to another town and met a man. My inability to articulate or act upon positive emotions meant that a possible romance never got further than the first date- a massive leap for me in any case, but seemingly not far enough.
My job has no appeal, but no job does- why hassle myself with changing occupation, learning to drive, finding a new home when it will all lead me inexorably back to my fake electronic world- with my distant friends and my faceless enemies- whom I have come to rely on?
I'm probably a symptom of the modern age, or a sheltered upbringing, or a case study for a bored psychology student. Put simply, i'm a loser and i'm feeling self-destructive.
Anyway, enough about me. SG is still pretty hot.