LOL, plenty of time.
My friend understand why, sometimes you just feeling tired going to work when you know what waiting for you on the work-desk. *Sigh*
Have you ever wish that you live in MMO world, coz Real Life sux at one time.
(I did wish I was in Ragnarok world, earning money was easy in there, unless you happen to meet monster boss that could kill you with just one blow)
I think once, but can't remember when and the detail, though. It's more like a group of girls gather around chatting, and I was part of that group back in my school days - coz the girls in my class consider me harmless.
Have you ever borrowed things for people, but eventually that thing become yours?
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?