I don't want to do this anymore. I want to go back. To a simpler time. When Minecraft was my whole personality. When friends were a sacred resource. When I could be oblivious to my stupidity. I was happy. I was naive, but happy. I didn't have to worry... About expectations. About my "Image". About how I looked. Talked. Acted. LIVED. I could just... Live. No worries. No eyes to judge me. Just. Me. Me and my little world of imaginary friends. Of Mario and Cars. Of Team Umi Zumi. I want to go back. But I can't. I'm stuck with Mojang, the sellout little... And Warner Brothers, thinking they own C418. They don't get it. My dad is disappointed. My dad is unimpressed. My dad is always SOMETHING. And I'm always NOTHING. I wanted friends. I got a few. But it's NOT GOOD ENOUGH. It's NEVER GOOD ENOUGH. IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING NEW. "Why can't you learn this?" Because I'm busy learning that. "Why aren't you thinking about your future?" Because I'm still figuring out what happened today. "Why can't you be nicer?" BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS SMILING! I'm STUCK with this FAKE grin on my face. "Why do you have to steal my interests?" BECAUSE MINE ARE ALL DAMN STUPID TO YOU! So please! Have a seat! Join me! Don't leave me alone! I just want friends! BUT NO! "You see, I'm just not interested." I have no one else to do it with! "You never do what I want to do!" Because it's ALWAYS what you want! "Well... I'm too old to understand, so you figure it out." But then... "No, you listen to me! I know EVERYTHING!" But you just- "DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" I'm done! I give up! I want off this ride! I want out of here! I wanna go HOME! I wanna go BACK IN TIME. To when it was BETTER. When Minecraft wasn't a money-grab. It was a simple, happy game. When I stayed up all night to watch Luigi's Mansion. When I could be held. I could be carried. Protected. I was safe. Safe. I want it back, so, so badly. But it's gone. All gone. My stuffed wolf is so much smaller than I remember. I hug my pillow, trying to bring back that feeling. Of safety. Of being held. I'm scared of opening up. But I can't hold back. I wanna go back. Please.
