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.....Till All Are Gone! VI: Scorched Earth

Not everyone is so far over the edge they can't come back. Sometimes people just... just get lost. They just need someone to show them how to come back.

Spending a day and splitting my fucking melon open a little is not the ideal way i want to spend and afternoon, but at this point the more and more i look upon the albatross around my neck in terms of this toy bullshit the more i want away from it, 300$ in arrears almost 2k owed before that and the other person in the equation is a ghost, theres an answer for that, it's a Scorched earth policy... get rid off all of it, recover my fucking costs, and walk away. I have more imprtant things that should be dominating my time rather than being miserable about this pathetic bullshit that is nothing more than an annoyance, at this popint walking away not only seems like a fucking option, it seems like the only option, it's payed legal bills, it's dealt with things and made it a little easier to continue the fight to get my little man home, but as I look upon decisions that are upcoming in the future esp the decision to spend 250$ for a weekend to maybe, and i mean maybe recover some of my costs in the summer, I'm thinking that maybe even may will be my swan swong. it's time to be about me and to be a grown up and have this pathetic hobby be something in a glass cabinet that marks a period of time in my life, something that was fun at one point and i enjoyed at one point before it made me miserable but at this point i need to move past it, I need to Grow up and be done with it. there are other things i need to do in this life, More important things.

Current Mood: Angry.

I told you long ago that being a real wizard means sacrifice. It means knowing things no one else does. I told you that it meant you might have to act upon what you knew, and knew to be right, even though the whole world set its hand against you. Or that you might have to do horrible, necessary things.

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