Writing is a nightmare. Writing is fucking terrible. Writing is the worst thing that has ever happened in my fucking life and I think that if someday a murderer filleted me open from between my collarbones to my belly button and then filled that gaping wound with peanut shells before sewing me back up and then slitting my throat, my last thought would be “well, at least I don’t have to write an article about this.”

I feel like my organs are melting. I know I’m prone to hyperbole and exaggeration, but just believe me when I saw that all of my internal organs are melting and pooling into low points of my body and it’s because of this goddamned article that I chose to write and now I hate.