Well, now my concerns have shot up significantly. As someone who had a friend also drop off the face of the internet, I like to make sure everyone's okay. It's paranoia, but I tell myself that it's the good kind of paranoia, that means that I'm a good person and that I care about others. Or maybe I am sane, that this is normal concern and that I'm no different from anyone. Maybe I'll disappear too. Who knows? Does anyone know? Is this natural death? Suicide? COVID-19? The Department of Homeland Security? Who's going to know, who's going to share the word? Or are these people okay, and they're coming back someday? I am insane, aren't I? But I don't want to be sane. Because the more I worry, the more that I feel I can fix. It's a good feeling to feel that one day, you can solve everything. Am I going to do that? Possibly. I'm crazy enough to do anything, or think that I can do anything. But aren't we all? Don't you want to be a hero? Isn't that what we all want, to leave our mark on this constantly changing world?
What the hell did I just write?