Back in the year of 2024, I wrote an article called "Harrison doesnt like me and it ruins my life". Now, to see whether or not this iconic piece of classical literature has held up the test of time, I have come back, over two years later. And oh boy, I had no idea.
2024... Life was simpler back then. Although, it really wasn't looking back at it. Life's just worse now so it really was only less bad. To be honest, the downwards spiral started anywhere in the late 2010s, maybe even 2020. I remember 2019 as the year of The Weeknd's Bliding Lights. Call it overplayed all you want, it deserved every single play it got. It reminds me of those simpler times. Yes, 2019 was still fine. Mostly. Partially.
Back then, there was no Harrison for me, and there was no Seq for Harrison. I... I was happy back then. The sun isn't shining like it used to, the moon's not as pretty as it was. I.. I really do not know how things got to where they are now. I feel empty. I feel bad.
Harrison's the one who banned me from BWD. Can't blame him, there really was no way around it for him. Not that there was any reason for him not to do it. Looking at his messages now, I'm not sure if he even thinks about me in... any way really anymore. I've been dead silent on the game side for a good year now, there's no reason for him to do so. Reading his way of typing brings a smile to my face. I don't know why, it just does.
Looking back at 2024, I really miss that time. I want to go back. Harrison has since gotten closer than ever, yet moved away even further than ever before. It's funny if you think about it, Harrison is tired of all the kids asking stupid questions. You can tell by the way he talks. Yet he keeps his cool. It's no surprise, really, he does get paid for exactly that after all. Yes, if I'd make a living from it, I could keep my cool too. I have been keeping my cool. I have been quiet.
To be honest, the best thing that could happen to seq now would be for harrison to come back. Just to talk, maybe a small exchange. I know he has zero interest in that anymore, which is why I have not made any attempt at communicating in any means really, but it would make me happy. He made me happy. I don't even know what topics we could talk about. I don't really do stuff with the game anymore. What else is there to talk about? Well, nothing, obviously, since he's not going to talk. Perhaps in another life. Perhaps nowhere, never again.
These posts help me cope. They keep me sane. They give me a tiny bit of joy. The weight of this cruel world on my shoulders is making me tired. I don't sleep like I used to. The lights don't shine like they used to. They don't make the old lights anymore, I believe. They don't haven them anymore. I liked the old lights. I liked the warm colors. They should bring back the warm colors. The colors brought warmth into my heart. But what's left now? A cold wasteland. They removed the warmth from my life. Really, now that I think about it, this was the turning point. They made the lights shine differently, and suddenly everything went cold. I'm drowning in this sea of nothingness, blinded by the new, cold lights. I can hear the call of the void, as it echoes in the... Blinding Lights...