Oh god why are there even more cueball heads now
THEY ARE LITERALLY NICE.
One is the reason my last 14 years have been hell. Sorry if I'm a little bitter
YOuR APOLOGIES ARE EXTREMELY CALLED FOR. BuT. ACCEPTED. WITH SOME RESERVATION. SPIT YOuR SICK SHIT. BITCHNASTY GIRL. TELL ME. WHAT HAS YOu SO JAZZED THE FuCK uP. ABOuT MY CuEBALL COACH. MY GLORIFIED JEEVES. MY BILLIARD BuTLER. IF ANY CHANGES ARE NECESSARY. I AM THE ONLY AuTHORITY. THAT COuLD POSSIBLY MAKE THEM. IF SO COMPELLED.
Boy I have only half an idea of what you're saying, but a variant of your guy ripped me from my world and universe to take part in something he claimed "was meant to happen" despite me not even operating under the same universal rules as the people I was supposed to help. Furthermore, he didn't even take me back to my home when things were done, I was left isolated in a doomed worldline for six years before I mcguyvered my way out of that mess and into further messes. He was the one that kicked the domino's into motion and for that he'll always be on my shit list, and all of them kinda by association
SO. WHERE'S THE BEEF. IT SOuNDS LIKE IT WORKED OuT GREAT.
NORMAL LIVES ONLY SEEM APPEALING. TO THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE THEM. IMAGINE BEING FuCKED. IN A MuNDANE. AND uNIMPORTANT WAY. IMAGINE BEING STuCK. N TRAFFIC. AND YOu GET HIT BY AN ONCOMING SEMI. YOu CANNOT BITCH. THERE IS NOTHING WORLDENDING ABOuT A RuNAWAY TRuCK. YOu WERE NOT INJuRED. BuT YOuR DAY IS RuINED BECAuSE SOME JACKASS. FuCKED uP YOuR PIMPMOBILE. YOu CALL YOuR INSuRANCE. THEY REFuSE TO FuCKING PAY uP. YOu HAVE TO GO HOME LATE. AFTER THE TOWING COMPANY DISPATCHED TO THE WRONG LOCATION. YOuR. ALPHA MALE "SuPERSTAR" HuSBAND. IS SLEEPING ON THE COuCH. EXPLAINS WHY HE MISSED YOuR CALLS. HE CAN STAY THERE. TONIGHT. YOu MuTTER TO YOuRSELF. YOu GO uPSTAIRS AND RIFLE THROuGH YOuR BELONGINGS. BILLS. SOME uNPAID. MOSTLY COVERED. WONDERING HOW THE FuCK YOu ARE GOING TO MAKE IT TO FRIDAY NEXT WEEK. YOu REMEMBER YOu HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING. IF YOu MAKE SOMETHING. YOu COuLD WAKE HIM uP. YOu SLEEP. STARVED. TIRED. COLD. HuNGRY. BEREFT OF HuMAN CONTACT. EVEN YOuR SHITTY SuPERPOWERS CANNOT SAVE YOu FROM A MEDIOCRE FuCKING LIFE. IS THIS REALLY WORTH MOPING OVER? IS THIS REALLY WHAT YOu WANT BuT DIDN'T GET? OR WOuLD YOu RATHER. THE INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. OF WHAT COuLD BE. YOuR THOuGHTS. ARE REQuESTED.
Well if you put it in the most miserable fucking way possible maybe not. But a loss is a loss, losing the potential of normality is still something someone can mourn. I have infinite possibilities now, but in exchange it cost me the life I could've had instead.
EVERY DECISION YOu EVER MAKE DOES THAT. HOPE NICHOLS. IT IS THE NATuRE OF CHRONOLOGY. I COuLD LITERALLY TAKE YOu. TO THE POINT OF DIVERGEANCE. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. YOu WILL STILL MAKE DuMB BITCH DECISIONS. IT IS NOT WORTH IT. TO KEEP YOu FROM MAKING NEW CHOICES. BECAuSE OF HOW SORELY YOuR DITZY LITTLE BIMBO BRAIN REJECTS AND REGRETS THE OLD. YOu ARE BITTER ABOuT TWELVE YEAR OLD BEEF. WOuLD YOu FuCKING DECK A TWELVE YEAR OLD IN THE FACE? WOuLD YOu ABORT A TWELVE YEAR OLD? NO! YOu WOuLD LEAVE THE FuCKER ALONE! MOVE THE FuCK ON. THE DEGREE YOu DIDN'T GET. THE JOB YOu WEREN'T HIRED FOR. THE VILLAIN WHO GOT AWAY. THE HERO WHO NEVER SAW YOu THE WAY YOu SAW THEM. THESE ARE ALL MISSED SHOTS. NOT BECAuSE YOu DIDN'T TAKE THEM. BuT BECAuSE YOu COuLDN'T. IT WASN'T YOuR CHOICE. BuT FORWARD IS. AND YOu ARE DRAGGING YOuR BITCH-HEAVING HEFTY ASS FEET ABOuT IT. OVER WHAT IS. EFFECTIVELY. NOTHING. SO WHAT. A PATH IS CLOSED. MAKE A NEW ONE. YOu SHIT-SHOVELING uNIMAGINATIVELY TRITE TATA-SLAPPING SHE-MONGREL.