Arm breaking pyro

I don't know why, but I'm really in the mood to break my own arm. The right one (so I can still do stuff whilst rolling on the floor in agony I guess). Also, setting myself on fire seems kind of an interesting concept too (and you know how I feel about being burnt alive).

Come to think about it, I guess I do know why. I've been thinking too much, and for me that can never be a good thing. Trying to evaluate your life, where you're going, what you want can quickly bite you in the ass. The whole, 'What's the point in trying?' thought has crept in there again. Not so much work wise, but on a personal level. I'd come to terms (again) with the fact that I'm probably never going to meet anyone and that dying alone (although we must of course take the previous post about the fact that no one dies alone into consideration) seems the logical way to go. That's fine when you don't have to think about it, when you just let it happen.

How did I even start thinking about this again? I have no idea. Maybe with a little sleep the world will be a better place and I can rest in my quiet little world once more. We'll see.