Today I feel like I’m going crazy. Not a new feeling, at all, but it never gets easier. I don’t want to write about it. It’s not the public image I want to put out. I want my voice here to be funny, but the days and weeks that I feel like this make it so hard to pretend like I have a joke at hand. It doesn’t help that I worry now about a certain individual reading this page, and so I’ve heavily censored the very limited honesty I felt like I was building here. This is a really unfinished picture, that’s probably better at communicated who I am when I’m like this than anything I could write.