Sometimes I’m trying to keep half a group alive while aionarmorying quests to try and explain a first-timer just how is DP entered; and replying to whispers from people who may or may not be wanting to join which is not easy to tell due to their not quite reliable language skills; and politely declining marking duty; and trying to remember where my goddamn blue scales are so I can relog and supply people who can’t afford them, just so they’d come kill stuff; and at those moments I am wondering, just what the fuck am I doing with my life.
falling?
failing?





