Excuse me sir, will you join the team today?
>Can't Chance another Letter going home saying I Don't Play well with Others.
So tell me what you really don't understand.
I am in one fucked up team that does not even recognize my damn existence 23 hours and 59 minutes a day, but sometimes I get a minute of (you)'s, well done it reminds me of the soccer competitions in LOVEHEAVEN where I would not play but keep the score on a high stage with blasting speakers singing about how dreams are mostly phantoms until I wake up next to her, no greater misery than in good memories from the past or something.