You know when you go out on a Saturday night ...

... and you try and connect with people, acting out the social formalities behind your mask. You see couples and friends laughing together, seeming to genuinely get along with each other. You come home, cry and start another week of work, identical to the others before it.

When I was young a computer game was enough to entertain me, give me hope for the future and peak my curiosity. Now that I can see the race is going to shit and everyone's in it for the money carrots on sticks don't do it for me. On nights like these, if my loving parents were to die, I might even do something about it.