I still feel unsure of where I stand on a lot of things and that scares me. Versatility is a curse. I like the things I hate and I hate the things I like. And I miss this book. I haven’t written here in so long but I’m running out of mediums in which to really be myself. And it absolutely exhausts me. Little things turn into big things and I end up drowning in it all, just because I’m trying so hard to hold everything and everyone together. And people are dropping like flies around me under all their own pressure. I just want to make it all better. But in a world where so many people have given up before they even start, what am I supposed to do? I can’t carry all this weight by myself. But at the same time… I can’t stop. This is just the way I’ve always been. Maybe I’m crazy. But I mean, isn’t everyone else?