WHY WONT YOU LET ME SPEND MONEY ON THESE GAMES? WHY DO YOU HATE ME? IS IT BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE? IS IT BECAUSE I FRITTERED AWAY MY YOUTHFUL YEARS, AND NOW TIME TRICKLES ACROSS MY WEATHERED FINGERS LIKE THE FLEETING RAYS OF A DISTANT SUNSET? I YEARN FOR A TIME THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER, A VERSION OF MYSELF THAT I'LL NEVER ONCE BE AGAIN. THERE ARE TOO MANY YEARS, TOO MANY DAYS, BUT NEVER ENOUGH MOMENTS TO CHERISH. I WEEP FOR THE CHILDREN BORN INTO THIS DOOMED WORLD; I GORGE MYSELF ON DELICACIES YET THEY CRUMBLE TO ASH ON MY TONGUE.
0/10 I KEEP PUTTING MY CREDIT CARD NUMBERS INTO THE SCREEN AND NOTHING HAPPENS
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WHY WONT YOU LET ME SPEND MONEY ON THESE GAMES? WHY DO YOU HATE ME? IS IT BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE? IS IT BECAUSE I FRITTERED AWAY MY YOUTHFUL YEARS, AND NOW TIME TRICKLES ACROSS MY WEATHERED FINGERS LIKE THE FLEETING RAYS OF A DISTANT SUNSET? I YEARN FOR A TIME THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER, A VERSION OF MYSELF THAT I'LL NEVER ONCE BE AGAIN. THERE ARE TOO MANY YEARS, TOO MANY DAYS, BUT NEVER ENOUGH MOMENTS TO CHERISH. I WEEP FOR THE CHILDREN BORN INTO THIS DOOMED WORLD; I GORGE MYSELF ON DELICACIES YET THEY CRUMBLE TO ASH ON MY TONGUE.
0/10 I KEEP PUTTING MY CREDIT CARD NUMBERS INTO THE SCREEN AND NOTHING HAPPENS