Anonymous
part 2 of rant #1377. i know i sound like a ten year old and its selfish and there's more pressing matters...i just. i've been using gaming and specifically (fuck it i'll name drop) pressure to cope with stuff. i found community, made art and shared it, poured hours into it because i loved challenging myself. i've looked forward to playing it nearly every day since oct '25. it helped take the edge off my struggle with social anxiety and chronic depression. oh woe is me, first world problems am i right. these two sides are swirling within me and i feel like a criminal for feeling this way. "there is only one right way to feel about this and if you are sad about pressure being potentially left to rot or keep playing it you're insensitive and 100% support zeal (the scumbag in question)" is what i've gathered so far from the current discussion surrounding this. i feel so fucking guilty for grieving what is essentially the death of my favorite game that-