Sometimes I wonder if some words were meant merely to torment me further in my stupidity.

Level 50, one more..one more and it's mine. I've not even thought upon what I want...it has not seemed important until now, and I still cannot seem to make it a priority within my mind. I have felt better today than I have in a long while. I had fun, smiled, laughed...genuine laughter..it has been so long since I have experienced that....Time just being foolish, sculpting sand and hitting zombies with pirate ale. It felt....refreshing...like something was slowly clicking into place....I even avoided the ravine for most of the day.

I can feel the mists of confusion lurking sullenly within the back of my conscious even now as I write...but I refuse to be brought down by it today....not when I finally seem to have picked myself up a little. I felt alive and integrated again. Something I have not felt in a while.