WHAT THE INSIDE OF MY BRAIN LOOKS LIKE TODAY

February 23rd, 2026

I am seeding storm clouds on the horizon, feeding clouds silver iodide and salt. I see my sempiternally-grey skies begin to part and clusters of clear blue form and I don't know how to bask in the sun so I dive in, headlong, into something that cannot last. This affords me a strange opportunity: I have seen this coming; I am it's architect after all. What this means is now I have the chance to study, and observe, and understand how these weather patterns develop. Exciting! Still, I am comforted feeling the winds of change, smelling the rain clouds on the edge of the horizon burble and agitate. But for now I will stand in the sun, turn my face to it, and smile.
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February 25th, 2026

In relationships, as in bones, a clean break is best. I have shattered remnants of marrow coursing through my veins. There was nothing surgical about the way you left. Still, mankind is nothing if not persistent, so I am hobbling around, rotting from the inside out, attempting to force the sepsis from my blood through sheer force of will. With that being said, for the first time in my life, I will not be stubborn. I am seeking out the aid of my friends and they are all willingly lending a shoulder or an arm for balance. Hell, one in particular is all but carrying me on his shoulders. Thanks pals.

February 26th, 2026

Seeing you one on one today for the first time since. I am dying from the inside out. I am resisting every instinct to self-isolate but you have successfully made me feel like a nothing-person again.

February 27th, 2026

I am an incorrigible drama queen.