412/4120
246/2460
66/660
The one who knows, who came and went. Where are you? Where am I? You might as well be parsecs away. I'm not losing patience. Patience has already been lost. I can't stand being inconvenienced in the slightest, anymore. I'm sick of everything that is, and I can't do anything about it except for keep on keepin' on in full resentment mode. I'm not evolving, I'm devolving. I've also quit, in so many ways. I refuse to play so many stupid games that mortal flotsam play.
Am about as deprogrammed as I can get.
