Fuck it all.
I'm tempted to say, I've had it. I quit.
But I don't.
Even when I should.
Even when it makes me want to say it again later, louder, about other things far more vital to me.
Sometimes talking to Figment makes me feel like the nastiest, meanest, cruelest thing on earth, because he's so nice in contrast. And I wouldn't change him for the world.