I’m like some kind of super meek Hunter S. Thompson, with all of the weird insanity and mental instability but none of the brains, grit, or drugs. I know I’m too hard on myself, but I really think I have halfway decent thoughts in my head, and instead of sharing them I tamp them down. Where’s my brain, where’s my bravery, where’s my fucking mouth? It can be a weapon against evil, I just know it, but I’d rather stare at a computer screen all day than do the shit that’s important. Bless me, everyone, for I have wasted a ton of time. I suppose I’ll call it a sin. Hell doesn’t have to be ennui or other people when I’m this good at punishing myself.