Here’s my current situation: my belly hurts, I want to date I think?, I’m still sad my mom died, almost all of my friends live far from me, I have a decent enough job, a spider named Gertrude lives in one corner of my bedroom, I don’t want to want attention, I now use a CPAP, and I’m not supposed to eat the foods I love.

You’re all up to date.

Oh! And I’m afraid I’m just a sack of flesh full of dull memories that will be erased when I die.

But other than that I’m good.