Sometimes, I want to kill myself.

On one hand, I tell myself, "What is crime?" can ferment slowly. But it is fermenting for too long, i.e. I am too lazy.

And then I also know I have two backdoors. One of which is so simple, I can just write all about strain theory and get away with it. But I don't want to just describe and critique that.


I mean, I hafta do this. Who knows, they do not agree with my writing style here. AHHH. They will, they will, they will, they will, they will, they will, they will.


I am not being autistic here. My chanting style has changed to a septet one.