confession

So um how do I say this, I started playing games again. There, plain and simple.

 You remember that one blog I wrote about how life is too short and quitting games? well, after that day I quit games for about 2-3 weeks. 

At first it wasn't that bad, but then later on the thought of death just kept coming to mind. Interspersed throughout my day, the thought would just turn off my interest for so many things, there was a point where I thought that if it kept happening maybe I would get depressed. I persevered for about two more days but I just couldn't take it anymore. 

So I got in the game, and well after all i'm still really good at it and basically destroyed everyone that went against me. Surprisingly, the thought just didn't appear anymore, not out of the blue anyways. I would need to actually think about it for it to pop into my head. 

However, now I realize, that I'm kind of running away from it, so I need to overcome it. I think I'm going to limit myself to a certain amount of time where I can play, but not shut it off completely. Then, maybe slowly I can reduce the time limit until I stop playing completely. 

Games are fun and all but it's just, I don't feel full when I'm going to bed when all I've done in the day was play. So there you have it, I'll leave you here.