It's around the anniversary of my baby daughter's death. I went and washed her little headstone the other day and sat there next to it for a while on what will eventually be my and my wife's grave. Someone unknown had tucked a little cloth heart into the grass next to her headstone and seeing it made me break down. I'm really tired, guys. My mother taught me that this is exactly how the world would turn out from the time I was old enough to read but it's brutal to watch it play out like clockwork in front of my eyes. I'm trying hard to provide whatever I can for my wife and kids and I just want to be left alone but that path is quickly disappearing. I will still never take the kike genome modifier and I hope none of you do either no matter how much pressure is exerted.