I’m done. I’m finished.
I just came from Early War. I went there to get a BREAK. To have a fewer number of fighters so I could concentrate on only one or two. I wanted to take a couple bases in peace and quiet. But no, I get Gang raped and butt F@!#ed. I try the Zeke, I try the Hurry. I get knocked out time and again.
Someone suggested I try late war, as there are more “new” players there and I might have better luck. Nope! Got A#$ Raped there too. I am so sick of it I can’t even begin to describe. I am so fed up right now I just don’t car.
See, I love flying. But this? This is a form self loathing torture. I’m getting no enjoyment out of it. It sucks.
So, I’m done. I’m finished with the platitudes. I’m don’t care about being Zen in order to fight. I’m sick of trying to figure out where I went wrong. I’m fed up with banging my head against what ever hard surface is handy, every two and a half minutes because I get shot down AGAIN! I don’t want to calm down. I don’t want to chill out. I just want to know where I go. Point me to the window, point me to who ever it is, where ever it is, that I have go to and pay, in order to win.
That’s all I want. I want to WIN. WHY THE F!@#$ CAN’T I WIN!
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P.s. My little budast proverb down below? Yeah, F the master because he doesn't exist. Seven stinking months I've been at this and he still hasn't shown up.