It's a bit funny to tell something he doesnt want to hear, and probably didn't want to hea 4[?] years ago. Did it make me me feel any better? No. Did it make him any feel better? hellno, i'm sure. I'm still sorry of course, and he's..alone? And no way i can help. Sure i've been wanting to say that, only what good it done. 2006, Year of the Idiot...
When i try to talk, it's just quiet sort of despair, not even like the drama i'm used to, and equally quiet sarcasm. Nu i deserve that of course, but i guess it's directed to the world in general and not only at me.
He's such a good furball, and i wish i could help, like i always do in those cases, it's just the only way i ever knew is rather twisted...sometimes i feel i should be cloned...a sheep for everyone, or at least for people who need that sort of company.
Now i feel nauseous [but that's prolly still the virus] and rather sarcastic. Can i be a geek patron saint? Or draw one? Yeah, i probably could draw one, as for be, too little programming languages and wow gameplay hours.
Who's a level seven corpse then, whooooo!
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