I cannot. I can’t. I shan’t. I shalt not. I no.

I have spent the last forty minutes rewinding, arguing with the ooc, sobbing hysterically, pinning messages to no avail (which makes the chat look messy whichs sresses me out) reporting, thumbs downing, eating a tear infused extra large tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream for just a simple little six lines or above reply because, I told myself, if I saw one, ONE singular reply that was ONE FUMKING SENTECE it would be the death of me and that, if anything is an UNDERSTATEMENT! … for this. WHAT IN THE HOLY UTTER FUCKERY IS THIS. YES I JNOW THAY WAS GREAT NOW RECIPROCATE IT YOU TIN SKIN GADGET.

goodbye cruel world.