I think I need to get a little bit better at a couple things, like understanding that I’m not the only person in the world who is depressed. Who can’t see anything’s worth a damn. And when I’m in a mood, I think about how I’m probably just a spoiled fucking brat, and it’s really not that goddamn bad. I should probably get over it. I’m in a dead sprint toward an unnatural end. A fourth car radio blew, and now I’m not sure what to do with my hands while I’m driving. I think I need to get a little bit better at noticing the little things, like how the sky is mottled pale blue, gold, and white. I think I saw an airplane passing through a cloud and thought about the people looking down on me. But I’m not the only person in the world. A fourth car radio blew and I’m not sure I want to keep going.