Lunch with The Father tomorrow. It's been four years since our last meeting. Perhaps I should hire a mediator. Do people not fucking realize how loathesome they become when they spawn? To the very things they spawn, no less. Couples that are falling apart are the most driven to breed.
"Ah honey, a baby would bring us together."
I need a fucking nap. No, I need a coma. Leave me the fuck alone till the whole goddamn world and the soulsucking death traps that masquerade as "options" don't make me so fucking homi/sui. Cidal.