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I can barely even remember what I was like when I was fourteen. Must've been eighth grade or so. I was just starting to get over middle school, but I was pretty self-absorbed.
It's been over seven years now, too. I've heard that our bodies completely replace our cells every seven years (gradually, not all at once). In that case, I'm a completely different person. Which is interesting, if only metaphorically.
Ah, I've been too introspective. I think it's depression stemming from another Gamecube controller dying. One hit! I'm either really good, or the controller was bad (It was missing a screw). But seriously, it's a little ridiculous. I buy more controllers than games now. Still, I guess that it's a good thing that Smash Bros. is the only thing that really makes me angry. I stay pretty stoic otherwise.
Oh well, just another sign of deep-rooted psychological problems, I'm sure.
It's been over seven years now, too. I've heard that our bodies completely replace our cells every seven years (gradually, not all at once). In that case, I'm a completely different person. Which is interesting, if only metaphorically.
Ah, I've been too introspective. I think it's depression stemming from another Gamecube controller dying. One hit! I'm either really good, or the controller was bad (It was missing a screw). But seriously, it's a little ridiculous. I buy more controllers than games now. Still, I guess that it's a good thing that Smash Bros. is the only thing that really makes me angry. I stay pretty stoic otherwise.
Oh well, just another sign of deep-rooted psychological problems, I'm sure.