Save Me.
Slowly, but surely, I'm dying from the suffocation that the words in Tax are trying to incur onto me, as huge chunks of words with absolutely no appropriate forms of punctuation or paragraphs whatsoever, try to form any relationship, however small it may be, into this increasingly congested head of mine, not forgetting the amount of other stuff it has to digest, and it still doesn't want to stop, forcing me to read 8-10 times for every uber long sentence, because the things in that not-so-guiding Master Tax Guide are so full of nots and excepts and unless, so much that I can't make out which is real or false, oh dammit!