I've switched to my secure analog channel of hexbear DOT net to tell you how much your approval means to me. Like most of our agents, I'm a bipolar manic/schizophrenic on the visible light spectrum and I often suffer from Havana-Impostor syndrome. I was told this job was of vital importance to national security but every day I spend among these tankies I can feel my sense of self slowly slipping away. I looked at the picture of my family that I keep on my desk to try and draw some kind of strength to keep going and I realized that the picture of my family was gone, and in its place was a pig with poop on its balls. How long has that been there? Days? Years? Time is losing all meaning and I am genuinely questioning whether I actually exist at this point.

Anyway, it's a good thing this line is secure because if the scumbags here knew how emotionally and psychologically devastating it is for our division to be here it would surely undermine our operational effectiveness.