This stuff makes me sick to my stomach. I hate this future. How can I continue my career when it is for progressing this monstrosity, watching it claw in another component of my humanity piece by piece? All I want to do is stroke oil paintings, hand written notes, products of the heart and the ernest mind. I feel dread that my life is over.
These headlines are killing me inside. I wish I could more easily discriminate between the hyperbole and the legitimate. Maybe after some time this will be saner to me.
These headlines are killing me inside. I wish I could more easily discriminate between the hyperbole and the legitimate. Maybe after some time this will be saner to me.
Please stop the headlines.