The story of Lil Poison
Made me cry.
I haven’t cried since like January.
But the Lil Poison story brought tears to my eyes; It’s about a kid who became a pro gamer at the age of Six; It’s implied that he did this because his parents were going through a divorce and games were his escape.
I’ve played games all my life, they always have been and most likely always will be my escape.
I was born into a family in grief over losing my brother to cancer, my dad wasn’t really there for me as a Kid, he worked long hours to merely keep himself occupied, my mum would try to keep strong, but she’s neither cold or heartless, so this was an impossible task.
Once I’d gained a consioucness and a grip on what was happening, I sort of locked myself away with an NES, outside of school Duckhunt, Mario and Gauntlet was my life.
This carried on through my life, I’ve always been the same.
I like how I was whining about people sharing their life bullshit online yesterday, and now I’m doing the same.
But what the ******** evs
This has sort of been on my mind a lot since yesterday, I've had a really shitty two weeks and now this.
Idk what I expect from you guys, but I wanna get this out.
The League Of Exraordinary Mormons
My life is irrelevant to my religion.
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