sapped, destitute, worned, washed out, and what have you...

PPT, or what chemistry teachers call precipitate: the left over substance after a chemical reaction. Feeling like precipitate now. Bleached. My world is void of colour.

Gaming sucks. It sucks your life, your spirit, your drive, and turns you into a Processing chip, granting the illusion of power when it's actually just AI. It is an addiction. It leaves you empty, you know that yet you want more, like oxygen in a combustion: you burn, yet you pull more of yourself in to feed that fire. Sick.

I recall the times when I'm just lying alone leaning with my stomach on the mattress, reading a book till my elbows hurt. I need to read. I miss the world of make-believe. Somebody pay my library fines for me please...