That this is my home makes me despondent. Someone is definitely shitting on me, this isn’t my own ineptitude. There’s malicious forces trying to ruin me.

I need to fight back.

See? See this open-ended chaos? Right there, after that last paragraph. It’s like, evil flaunting its power.

It makes no sense.

How do I survive in a world with no home? I’m no nomad, and I’m not an adventurer.

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