Wasting Virtual Lives

I'm feeling really strange today. Guilty, even. And it's over something as stupid as the Sims. 3.
I've been downloading a lot of custom content for the game, which I'm getting at the end of this month. Daily, I usually get through 5 or so websites on my huge list of them, but today, I haven't really done any. And it bothers me, because really, it's such a stupid thing to care this much about. I just want that game so badly, and it has to be perfect...
Yes, it has to be perfect. That's the little disorder living in the back of my head, called OCD. This game, bless it, will finally let me live the life that I'd wanted. I don't believe that's what it was made for. But that's the purpose it's going to serve. I'll finally be able to escape from reality, just for a little while. I won't have to hate myself. I won't have to be sad. I won't have to feel ugly.


I've been listening to 'Hirari, Hirari' all day. Mostly because I usually listen to one new song everyday, but I really like this one. It's so pretty, and Miku Hatsune sounds real in it. It's odd; I can usually pick out all the techy screw-ups in vocaloid songs, but not this one. 


Well, I'd better get back to downloading custom content. I've got a HUGE list of sites that I need to go through, and I can't miss one. (OCD??) Later, loves.