See, I would love the name "black angle of despair". XD

I'd have an entire blog devoted to it and write diary entries like:

feeling O.b.t.U.s.E today. Life is a meaningless droll game of a.p.t.h.y. and shit.

I think that acute is cheating on me with rectangle. Our souls are connected but she just can't see we're meant to be togather. That bitch.

I love her so much. Time to bisect again. Oh the c.r.i.m.s.o.n. lines across my skin....

- the black angle gently weeps