For most of the guys, the definition of girl might be games. Girls = Games. But, hello? Do i look like a toy? DOTA? PS3? joystick maybe? You played the game (girl), then you throw them away. when you're getting bored. What then? Dump me is okay but you pushed me aside. Can't you at least play with me once in a while? Will that hurt? But, NO! you don't, you never. ):
Not only that you threw me into the rubbish bin, at least recycle bin is better, you also break me into pieces before throwing me. Why? To save places for other games? I remember what you said. I felt like killing you but I'm just a joystick. I'm too small to do anything hurting you. Then the manufacturer picked me up. She's mommy. She glued me, repaired me. But you think it'll help uh? It's not perfect anymore. The scars will never heal. Once broken, consider sold. Once sold, never dump it ):
Do you think the joystick can function properly? NO. it's not functioning now. it's been two years not functioning. Beginning of this year, another guy found me. He took me, he played. He knew i was played. no more quality. But he played with me. Then, history begins, continues, and ends. begin, continue, end. begin, continue, end. It's repeating. The story i once had. The black history. Now, I changed. I'm not joystick. I'm player. But, I failed.I felt guilty for my joysticks. Why mens never felt guilty? Because mens are like toilets. Either taken, or full with shits. I'll never be the joystick, nor the player. I quit the game.