Control: Worst Life Ever, Part Three

I am frustrated. I am torn. I am sitting here, in a dirty room, unemployed, and having sold about one copy of my last novel. I played starcraft 2 all day long and sucked at it. I didn’t blog yesterday or the day before; I’m sorry. I was busy. I am able to work and will again do so.

I want to write a novel called Impressions of Suburbia. I think that it will be neat. I think that it will be effective. Also, an RPG supplement will be out by the beginning of October. I hope that you will check those out. Now, onto important stuff: games.

Important stuff: games. I need to play well. Why don’t I play well? I don’t know. I think that I need to focus on learning from previous matches. I will now describe some recent games:

Against someone I played necrons against thunderwolf cavalry. I was able to slow down his thunderwolf cavalry until turn four with my death star, which was a wraithstar. It turned out to do virtually no damage. It was weak. So, I will not be trying that again.

I played terran against a terran and he played with me. I didn’t do enough raiding and he macroed up better than me and faster than me. He just wrecked me. I didn’t build units quickly and effectively.

I usually lose against zerg. I can’t build enough units fast enough. They attack with a dozen zerglings and it slowly me down to a crawl.

I usually win against protoss. They build slowly. They give me time to attack and do some damage.

I feel depressed some days. Sitting at home all day has me depressed and sad and vulnerable.

Depression hits you in waves. It’s hard to fight. I know, I know. Work out. Think positive.