Cybertron: The End.

...And one of the three endings has happened... i am operating at a fucking deficit after dealing with 3 different assholes this business is connected to, all supposed friends... I'm fucking done... it's all going into a storage locker and if i am to continue in any form i will take a days pay cash up front or I'm completely done... I'm not working my ass off to see money spent and me actually owing money after a 2000$ weekend, it's not worth it anymore... i have fractured emotions with friends and family, many of which have saved my ass more than once, the warning signs have been there for months, i should have gotten out of this game the first time it majorly fucked up my personal life, I'm not good with warning signs, but i nearly walked out this morning because i was going to to have a mental breakdown for the first time in my life, when things and people start affecting my mental health and relationships with my family... it's time to be done... i stuck around for the non exsistant payoff and at least accomplished what i needed to do past that, fuck it, I'm done. An End.

Current Mood: Exhausted
Current Music: Eminem, Survial

Wait, let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Fall Of Cybertron III: Where’s Poochie.

It is very easy for me to fade away and just get bored of other people and politics when games are played. I’m not even fucking blinking when someone else who I’ve done things for, constantly for months with no rewards suddenly forgets I exist. That’s real easy for me to fucking deal with. Con politics, games, asshole people that don’t pay there Fuckin promises from day one? Don’t call my number. I stepped away from this shit once on my own. I have no fucking problem doing it again. I feel used and betrayed, but for me it was a Tuesday. I suspect jealousy and politics but I also know when to stick a fork in something when it’s done. I’ve got no interest being around anyone that doesn’t want me involved in there little cliques. I mean this thing was fun but from day one it was political. I don’t need stress and drama in my life. I can hang up my Wizard robe and move the fuck on. I did a great job of it on my own anyways. I don’t look amateur hour like the rest of them. And I no longer

Fuel Injected Suicide Machine.

Pissing me off is never a good fucking option. I have a life and I don’t need to make fucking sacrifices for anyone if I choose not to. I’m getting real fed up with simply being expected to do and arrange things so someone else can have a fucking escape. This is starting to become a fucking pattern in my life. Some I choose to do for, but others, when I’m starting to notice a fucking pattern? I’m gone. I will always be gone. The fact I have yet to step foot in England when I have a secondary place to stay should speak volumes in terms of this freindship and how it’s no longer even. I’m sick of things only being halfway when I’m trying with certain fucking people and I can bail and close ranks and not give a flying fuck about anyone anymore when I’m not being treated with respect esp. given to mine and my brothers financial situation. I don’t mind making sacrifices but I’m still going to make sure that my main fucking priorities are taken care of. I’m not going to pretend to keep th

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