>lonely and getting tired of browsing /r9k/ for the past several hours
>wallowing in pity and self-loathing
>dreading being alone & depressed in school on 18th birthday in a couple days
>checks facebook
>no messages
>checks IG
>no notifications
>checks gmail
>sees email alert for new siccness mention
>opens it
>it's a link to the Express
>filled with joy, somebody gives a fuck about my existence
>finds the post
>edited
>not sure whether the edit was malicious or simply a bad joke
It still feels pretty fucking great that there's at least one human on the planet who hasn't totally forgotten my existence and potentially cares that I haven't yet an hero'd as I came pretty close to doing several times over the Christmas period.
What's going on with you, Butcher? You still working the night shift?