It's a pretty simple word.

Hard to to pronounce most days.

Even harder to be understood.

“You mean maybe?”

No.

“How about later?”

No.

“Why are you such a prude?"

It's not that, I just hate the skin I'm in and wish for the autopsy to begin.

“Come on, it won't kill you to…”

It might. Would that really be the worst outcome?

“Such a buzzkill!”

I don't mean to be.

“You aren't dealing with unmanageable anxiety, you are just lazy.”

I know.

Yes.

Ok.

I'm

sorry

you're

right.

Please

forgive

me

for

ruining

EVERYTHING.