checkmate

my brain hurts. a lot. and often. having to think at your level for so long has taken its toll: i'm mentally exhausted. it's very unnatural for me and i'd much rather use that wasted head space for issues and people that really matter; you've completely redefined the meaning of petty. but you've probably been like this the whole time and i've just had my head and hands in the sands of my philosophical worlds. having to deal with your level of low is quashing my spirit and truly testing my patience and optimism; but i'm far too tired to be angry anymore, now i'm just sad. i'm either going to crawl back into and hibernate in my shell or land with all guns blazing. but i've wasted enough on you. shell, it is. o curse'd human greed!