I dunno what it is. I know I should be exhilarated in the wake of my latest conquest, but I'm not. I can't seem to sleep. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder. This rick-rolling game isn't for the faint of heart.
I dunno how to proceed, feeling like retaliation awaits around every corner. I break into cold sweats clicking on seemingly innocuous threads, fearing that Rick Astley could seamlessly swoop in from the shadows and start fat-girl dancing on my precious time.
This is how Tupac must have felt in his waning days, knowing well that he was on borrowed time.
Advice?