All day, dribbling words across the internet, arguing in an increasingly shrill and unconvincing voice. I am sick of my incapacities and anxieties, my posturings and pretenses. I did not really have much to say. Reaching out for comfort, as I used to when I was fourteen years old, by being obnoxious.
I did have two things to say, which of course I never said. So I'll say them here, now.
First -- I will consider no one my enemy. No one. Not now, not ever.
Second -- everything matters. Everything matters.