Hm.

Mental state rapidly deteriorating. Is it hormones? Is it the equinox? Is it what it is? Dunno, but feeling a lot of unpleasant things. Thinking a lot of unpleasant thoughts. I may go away for a while.

Sylvain fire emblem? Saddest girl in the whole entire world. Satoru Gojo before snapping and going genocidal? Saddest girl in the whole entire world Harry Dubois? Saddest girl in the whole entire world

So it stands to reason that two days ago I started Yakuza Kiwami 2 and my first thought upon seeing Daigo was “oh. The saddest girl in the whole entire world.”

The most infuriating thing is he’s not even my favourite ffs so why, WHY

Now, what next. I think I’m in a mood for fantasy with heaps of creative worldbuilding but not necessarily high stakes.

John Scalzi is a good guy (John Scalzi è un fra) and his plots and concepts are always spot on, but then the books are always very meta and derivative, and have all quite the same voice. They always feel like a piece of candy: quick and delightful, without any substance.

I think I’ll read other stuff from this author, I do

Reading Dogs of war means crying a lot bc you’re sleep deprived and paranoid. Crying at four in the morning bc the fucking lizard sniper died and crying at breakfast over my cereal bc the swarm of bees is alive

Leave him alone that’s his quarter life crisis

so. off with Tchaikovsky then. I was thinking maybe dogs of war?