**** needs to get done.

I will do it in another life maybe.

The rest of the ant colony is working busily on their temporary material achievements (and I must admit the colony even during meltdown apocalypse is looking pretty neat). They don't need my explosive temperament reminding them of all the ticking bombs that they're trying so hard to forget about. Especially not the ones in their chests.

Call it laziness if you want. It beats whatever the hell the rest of them are doing. Or thought they were doing (which is completely irrelevant).

****. I don't even know if they're all delusional or just living in primitive forms of human life. But it's messed up for sure. Makes you wonder why you bother doing anything at all.