When the first Sims came out I played nonstop. Once I got bored I made like 6 different families and killed them all. My sister told on me and my mom made me see a therapist.
I had a therapist tell me that creating avatars of people in my life & then slowly torturing them to death was a healthy way to deal with stuff…
As long as it stayed in the game and not irl…
the last one killed me
doctor who more like doctor poo
LET’S SEE YOU TRY TO COME BACK FROM THAT ONE DOCTOR POO FANDOM
going on omegle
I always reblog the loneliest whale. I wish they could hear you lovely girl. Your pitch is just out of their range.
You talk and no one ever hears you. Not a sound.
Maybe someday you will find a deaf whale that can’t hear anything and won’t know the difference. Then you can find some happiness.
Good luck whale. I’m still rooting for you.