On the 1360th cycle I intentionally removed all physical inter-personal connections.
The metaphorical bondage heightened to inextinguishible peaks that made intra-personal awareness something of a lost connection. To loose all sense of self to a point where you’re literally depending on someone, some news, some information, some survival sensation. Every week begins with a determined make over. Exactly which part of my brain incinerates pain?
Also, extremely mad at english and grammar nazis who can fuck off because I am not capitalising the name of a subject that I have decided indefinitely to give up on. Annihilative criticism is a tragic turn off. As long as you continue to have the right to comment, I have the overarching right to type.
Cue the curtain close.