But what about the children?

Karen took the kids

Nobody cares.Go from here.There are enough whiners in this game without you.

Jesus [b]f[/b]ucking christ its a video game

I will never understand why people write out stupid resignation letters to a damn video game.

Pixels on a screen

I can’t believe that whore Bungie took the -blam!-ing kids too.

all I want is the dog

There's a weight over me today It's something I have to say Love you too much to leave Don't like you enough to stay My head's in a mess And I'm stressed But I guess it's a test in the quest for happiness And the rest of that mess So I best just acquiesce Even though I've grown tired of you And that ain't meant to sound spiteful I'm just trying to be insightful When I write all my emotions In the night, all the stuff I try to fight Will just come out and the sad fact is, I'm so tired of you Love, it's a weird thing ain't it? There's no way to explain it But I swear, as well as pain There should be joy, but we sustain The same level of mundane, And it's numbing me through I often wonder if I'd miss you, And still have the urge to kiss you, If an issue was to hit through To this heart that now feels disused, And said issue was too big to just ignore And I walked out on you? The chances are I'd fall apart And suffer seizures of the heart As my chest begins to smart The very second I have to part I'd want to go back to the start But then again, maybe I'd just feel new. Maybe I'd get my life on track And start to focus my attack On all the things my life just lacks And start to claw my passion back Instead of living like a hack, Half-committed, half-relaxed I'd have nothing to lose I guess lately I've had too much time to think And yeah, way too much drink When paper meets the ink Overthinking is the chink in my armour That's just what I do And I've always been that way, forever questioning each day and every plea that's made that maybe when I lay my busy mind will make me prove by finding problems and reasons that might not even be true. See, we got together so young, Before our real lives had begun But flowers don't grow up as one Each finds its own way to the sun And that's exactly what we've done. We've grown up separately too, And for a few years now it's been the problem, And these realisations, I wish that I could stop them, But I've realised that love is all we have in common, And deep down you know that's true. But then surely that I'm still in love with you means there's something we can do To get us through and to pursue a brand new point of view on how this gap grew, between me and you. So there's a weight over me and I'd hate to have to leave, But in fate I don't believe and the state of you and me isn't great as you can see so I'll keep thinking this through. (Scroobius Pip)

Didn’t read. Stupid post is stupid.

There's a weight over me today It's something I have to say Love you too much to leave Don't like you enough to stay My head's in a mess And I'm stressed But I guess it's a test in the quest for happiness And the rest of that mess So I best just acquiesce Even though I've grown tired of you And that ain't meant to sound spiteful I'm just trying to be insightful When I write all my emotions In the night, all the stuff I try to fight Will just come out and the sad fact is, I'm so tired of you Love, it's a weird thing ain't it? There's no way to explain it But I swear, as well as pain There should be joy, but we sustain The same level of mundane, And it's numbing me through I often wonder if I'd miss you, And still have the urge to kiss you, If an issue was to hit through To this heart that now feels disused, And said issue was too big to just ignore And I walked out on you? The chances are I'd fall apart And suffer seizures of the heart As my chest begins to smart The very second I have to part I'd want to go back to the start But then again, maybe I'd just feel new. Maybe I'd get my life on track And start to focus my attack On all the things my life just lacks And start to claw my passion back Instead of living like a hack, Half-committed, half-relaxed I'd have nothing to lose I guess lately I've had too much time to think And yeah, way too much drink When paper meets the ink Overthinking is the chink in my armour That's just what I do And I've always been that way, forever questioning each day and every plea that's made that maybe when I lay my busy mind will make me prove by finding problems and reasons that might not even be true. See, we got together so young, Before our real lives had begun But flowers don't grow up as one Each finds its own way to the sun And that's exactly what we've done. We've grown up separately too, And for a few years now it's been the problem, And these realisations, I wish that I could stop them, But I've realised that love is all we have in common, And deep down you know that's true. But then surely that I'm still in love with you means there's something we can do To get us through and to pursue a brand new point of view on how this gap grew, between me and you. So there's a weight over me and I'd hate to have to leave, But in fate I don't believe and the state of you and me isn't great as you can see so I'll keep thinking this through. (Scroobius Pip)