12. Dear Self. [ Personal, physical journal entry -- Unhackable.]
Dear Self,
It has come to my attention that you are a gobsmacked moron and that your stupidity is such, it's impossible to measure it in any known metric system. This will, needless to say, blow up in your face and, should you survive it, I'll be gleefully laughing my ass off at your expense.
Also, stop planning matricide and get on with it, damnit.
Yours truly,
Yourself.
No harm in indulging the classic cliches of insanity, right? Considering I've gone off the deep end.
...I need to stop hating myself.
It has come to my attention that you are a gobsmacked moron and that your stupidity is such, it's impossible to measure it in any known metric system. This will, needless to say, blow up in your face and, should you survive it, I'll be gleefully laughing my ass off at your expense.
Also, stop planning matricide and get on with it, damnit.
Yours truly,
Yourself.
No harm in indulging the classic cliches of insanity, right? Considering I've gone off the deep end.
...I need to stop hating myself.