"Okay, time to make a good post. You can do this," i whisper to myself while logging into cybre dot space. I stare into the empty post box. My eyes lose focus and my tongue lolls out of my mouth while my fingers roll across the keyboard with minds of their own. I emerge from my fugue and read over my work:

"nobody expects the Situationist International haha is this anything?"

I lay my head on my desk and sob for hours.