Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

So what? And you don't even understand simple things.

I understand that you live in your own little world and see everything through a rainbowedlowed lens, which is why you can't analyze things correctly and draw conclusions!

Nothing has changed in the 2 days I was away.

Were you absent? :3

I didn't even notice.

Yes, two whole days without a computer. I was so bored I almost hanged myself.

Is it working?

Not really. They came to the apartment and took it off the rope.

Well, now you can much more effectively waste time out of boredom in an empty Haven!

He signed up for the Mafia game but doesn't visit the forum. What a weirdo.

I had a virus, and I only managed to fix it this evening.

Lord, you should be in a mental institution right now! They usually take suicidal people there, right? At least for a couple of days.

I was the first guy on the forum,
I knew the moderators very well,
But I really didn't like
Being called "Irishka."

I wasn't good at trolling people
And I didn't want to be "Irishka,"
I didn't even eat them, imagine,
There were no similarities at all.

Well, why do they call me "Irishka,"
I'm ashamed and it hurts me a lot,
And from this word, I cry inside,
But you can't see it on the outside.

And with my beloved goddess,
We broke up, unfortunately, very quickly,
Because someone told her:
"You're boosting Irishka's rating!"

In grief, I started to avoid everyone
And I shied away from passersby,
And I had to play "Moth,"
I became someone I didn't recognize.

Well, why do they call me "Irishka,"
I'm ashamed and it hurts me a lot,
And from this word, I cry inside,
But you can't see it on the outside.

And, of course, they didn't call me "Irishka" out of malice,
It was just a joke,
But the offense crept into my heart,
These letters were killing me.

My mind plunged into darkness,
I turned into a crazy person,
I started to growl and shake my hair,
Why wasn't I born a wolf?

Well, why do they call me "Irishka,"
I'm ashamed and it hurts me a lot,
And from this word, I cry inside,
But you can't see it on the outside.

Lord, you should be in a mental institution right now!

That's how it is. But we have internet and even McDonald's there, so I don't care.

A poem-tragedy.