There's something gravely wrong with my body, but I can't put my finger on it. It's nothing that's impairing me physically. Looks like I'm in for a ride. Fasten your seatbelts, return your chair to its upright resting position, and please await take-off.
Resignation: Sanity's refuge, I presume?
This is a manifestation of me, of who I am, of my thoughts, my dreams, my desires, my life, only all in text. It serves as an outlet, and most importantly, it allows me to laugh at myself.

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