the internet is such a bad habit. what have you gotten me into, internet? nothing worthwhile. nothing at all. i'm mad at you, for giving me an object to attach my dreams to. the force of my hopes alone would have blown the thing sky-high, but no. turns out it's all just a bunch of wires and electric sparks. and three colors, flashing before my eyes. it's a waste of my time. and i've wasted a lot of time. i know it's sudden and inopportune, but i quit. for now. we'll see. i'm done with the internet tonight.