for the past few days i've felt the weight of humanity heavy on my lungs. i've been so dissappointed and tried to escape in my books and movies. i thought that alma or leo or tom or summer could fix my breathing. what i didn't realize was that all it takes is someone to empathize, tell me i'm not crazy. and i am still having a hard time reintegrating myself into society but my life is no longer a work of fiction.