Only five years of time's passage can fill me with ceaseless embarrassment. It's appalling.
I don't quite know what's possessed me to delete my previous posts, the quotes remain and I very well knew this. Nor do I know what prompts me with the demented urge to explain what my five-years-previous idiot of a self was attempting to say.
At the time, I did not have a privileged account, meaning this and many other images were barred to me. I was, in gibbering adolescent style, complaining.
I then proceeded to hurriedly explain myself in the grammatical equivalent of some awful afternoon sitcom.
This is why I haven't commented in two fucking years.