Went to the library today. Got me some pretty music. Books aren’t cutting it to keep out thoughts of what’s going on around me.
These things will not leave me alone. The burdens of others I try to lay down. Wondering how much is actually my responsibility, and what I get to watch helplessly. People struggling.
A mother lost and still mourned.
A death threat.
A failing attempt to figure out life.
People hellbent on keeping others down.
Pain, guilt, jealousy, pettiness, greed, loss, loneliness, despair.
Life is fragile. Humans are fragile, as resilient as they are.
I’m pulling away even as I try to make connections with people.
These things have always been. They never change. They just get more familiar, more complicated.