I looked at myself and I feel like sneering myself silly.

Because I cannot pursue any logical sense anymore. Perhaps it's meant to be illogical but there's got to be this realization that strikes you and you immediately redeem yourself from it.

But fuck no. I'm still not doing it. Just when then?

I quite had enough but it's just amazing how you wield my innermost emotions when you least want it and the ultimate flopper is still me.

It feels so right to sneer at myself. I just so deserve it.