I have a wife
I have 3 children
I have a stable job that I love
I have a few close friends
But when I see images like the this, I desire nothing more than for it to be real, I want this drunk, big tiddy cat girl to be mine. I want her to be real, almost more than anything. I feel a twinge of genuine regret and depression when I realize that will never happen in my lifetime, probably not in death either. Why does life, no, myself have to be so fucked in the head. It almost feels like being with this character is a goal that I shall never complete, no matter how hard I want it.
This is true cosmic injustice