I just really kinda dig this feeling that no one is going to read this, but that I’m not necessarily hiding it, either. Like a very well-hidden Easter egg. You ever sit there and feel like people underestimate your capacity to understand them? People think I’m so naïve. They think that I don’t understand what it’s like to feel broken like they do. I guess they’re just blinded by their own torment. Or maybe no one is actually out to get me.











