To claim that I’m struggling feels so monstrous, so absurd. It sickens me to do nothing and it sickens me to do something because I know I can’t do enough, that I might exhaust the love I have left while accomplishing nothing.
I’m stepping away from social media for a bit which is a thing, a hashtag, I came upon only after deciding I couldn’t dilute social media with my silly content. I felt uncomfortable even posting that I was stepping away.
I’m going to continue to post here, if only for me. I think I need to talk about Legos and methods in which I could have sex with long-deceased poets. Please listen if you’re interested. Please do something better with your time if you can.
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