Life is nothing but an endless cycle of pain and attempts to mitigate it.
Too many things in a very short time span, too much to process, can’t do it.
And now, the dark, sad thoughts. Except these dark, sad thoughts are factual. They have validity and weight. These are the painful thoughts I work so very hard to mitigate, and I think I do a pretty damn good job of it most of the time. But that doesn’t make them any less sad or dark or factual.
It’s late. I should be sleeping. The last thing I’ll say is this: