I'm not sure how to start, but it relieves me to think that there actually isn't anyone I would like to address this to.

It's just... what gives? What now? Does it ever... stop?

How come so many things are so amazing? As in, they almost feel like a bad miracle...

And I want to joke about that so bad! Sprinkle- No, drench all of it, all of this, in so many layers of irony...

"Local hairy pale latino watches Black Mirror and gets soul-busted" to worst, stupid headlines I can't stop pumping 'cause my brain decided I would make everything a joke, because that's the only way things have been bearable before I the time I would pretend to be a girl but couldn't shave my mustache to save my life.

...Now, attempting at a little bit more cohesiveness, I've watched Black Mirror. The S.S. Callister episodes, to be exact. What a trip!

I want to know from my avid readers and fiction eaters of the world, if. It. Ever. Stops. Getting presented to things (I refuse to call them content or media) somebody or a team came up with some time ago, that reflected you in a way no mirror would ever be able.

I must say, to see something being out there, something you couldn't ever dream of putting out in any way near the level of quality, but you know that's exactly what you've had in your mind for years, and worst of all, never truly put it out there in way tangible way. No way to be made sense of outside of your own mind...

This might just be a piece of my personal hell. This... dull envy, fighting with how much I love this specific piece of... what's the name again?

I need to go to bed.