I don’t really know what to say, the existentialism has been so incredibly heavy. I don’t remember a time it’s ever been this bad. The worlds on fire, apocalypse bingo feels as much a reality as it does a joke. I’ve never simultaneously felt so insecure and sure of myself. How is that even possible? Pending actions… pending decisions. I don’t want to be hasty, they may not even be necessary. There’s a difficult gray area between not wanting to make a decision too soon when you can wait it out and see how things unfold vs. using that as an excuse to not take action at all. My shits so trivial compared to the real problems in the world. All I know is right now my hearts aching and I don’t know what it needs.