Started this entry at 1:10. Didn't have a better title.

Playing Fallout: New Vegas. I finally got all the DLC, so at this point, I'm crawling up to level 20 so I can start Dead Money.

But I've been through all this other shit so many times before. I killed the convicts attacking Goodsprings, I've brought law back to Primm, I've witnessed the aftermath of destruction of Nipton, I've seen Boone snipe that bitch who runs the Novac hotel, I've reactivated Helios One, all of it, so many times. It doesn't require much thought.

So my mind is free to wander. And it's chosen some rather depressing things to think about. It sucks. I really wish I could go to therapy or start taking some pills and chill the fuck out. But I can't afford that shit. Especially now that I have to pay rent and shit. So I get to deal with it all. Constantly.

I honestly don't know how I keep going. I don't have a lot of friends. I never really did. And I keep losing the ones I have. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad they're gone. There's only one I'd want to be friends with again. The others...their own damn fault. Idiots.

But still. It's tough for me to make friends. I'm an awkward, antisocial little freak. So while I don't care that I lost any particular person, I do care that I lost a friend.

But that drifted off of my point. They'd all be fine without me. I don't know why I keep going on sometimes. I really don't. My job fucking sucks. I'm sick of cleaning a fucking Walmart. But unfortunately, there's no way they're moving me, because I'm one of the best employees they've got. (Which is all kinds of sad, but given the area, totally understandable.)

I don't know. A lot of things. Like where I was going with this. Anyway. I guess I'm gonna get back to Fallout. Really wanna play Honest Hearts. Which reminds me, I need to download the Burned Man mod.

If you feel like talking, feel free to message me. Buh bye.