Not Quite Midichlorians
There is definitely something wrong with me. I must exude anti-dateromones. I'm broken; someone call the manufacturer.
There's so much more I want to say here, but I can't get it to come out right now. Maybe it's fatigue, maybe it's the fact that I'm a volcano of frustration and helpless rage and I'm afraid of it all coming out as gibberish. Shit, I don't know.
There's so much more I want to say here, but I can't get it to come out right now. Maybe it's fatigue, maybe it's the fact that I'm a volcano of frustration and helpless rage and I'm afraid of it all coming out as gibberish. Shit, I don't know.