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Discovery

 January 5, 2020

New discoveries are just around the corner. I can feel the change in the air, a silent observer that I know will come to light. 

There have been too many changes in this past year. I know that things are not the same, and I am searching for the familiar things in this world. 

I have games; Genshin Impact is an outlet for my feelings, my anger at the world. Hilichurls are not real, nor are Abyss Mages or the Cryo Regisvines that I loathe so much. I would never hurt anyone. I love to play Genshin, especially with friends. Games are more fun when you play with friends. 

The other games I have do not offer the same satisfaction; none of them are available in multiplayer mode. I have to play alone, and I feel alone in these situations. I crave human company in a way that was not present before, and playing alone offers none. 

When I can talk to others, I am happy. I want to make these connections, and improve on the ones I have. 

I want to discover exactly who I am. 

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