We are all broken in our own special way, the strong ones are the ones that hold onto that pain and still try to make the best of it.
I live in a place somewhere between our world and fuckedupland. I tend to rant(obviously in a depressive manner) and reblog anything that i'm into. That usually consists of games, games, music, uh, games, hot girls, games, and shows and shit. Yeah, and i forgot games. I try to make the best of my life, but im overburdened with stress, responsibilities, and drama that i usually never see the brightness of the sun we are accustomed to. But hey, thats how all of us 'adults' live right? So no use preaching to the choir.