Maaan, I could write a book about it. But I won’t, not right now at least. The conclusion probably reads “fuck this shit” anyways. I will try to exert myself when I feel more of an urge to make this as intelligent and funny as possible. Right now I just don’t give a crap. Not even angry or depressed or anything. Boy would I be lying through my teeth if I were to say I’m happy. I’m pretty much a living zombie with very short offensive slogans in my head all day about anything and everything. Possibly I’m getting even angrier than I was before, yet now I don’t have a reason at all. All I’m left with is understanding, which is never equal to accepting. Took me a lot of years to figure out, but I see 98% of the bigger picture now. I speak in riddles, don’t I?