People think I’m a pussy because I’ll have a panic attack for missing my arbitrary 6-minute goal for making Sheet-y foodz, or cry for crushing a bug.
People don’t realize I’m playing my own game, not just theirs. Really, I’m not really “playing” their game; I’ve already decide I Won.
So I’m bored; anything real is known. So I make up my own game, to milk all the fear mother fed me…