They tell you to be yourself but how do you even know who that is? As soon as you get here they’re damn well TELLING you who that is and that’s what they usually mean, they got no idea mostly who they even are. Seems most people just march lockstep with all that and it really makes me mad/sad. We all play so many games that we can’t even stop when we want to, even we’re causing total chaos and pandemonium. It’s a world full of monkey mimics acting out scripts they’re only dully aware of if at all. It’s depressing as hell to really get it, not just in your head but actually have it throb in your bones as a simple straightforward fact, even more when you know yourself to be part of it. You try to wean yourself off all the masks and get back to some kind of unison of all the little you’s inside your head, like when you were a kid and a tad less insane but it’s a slow process alright. So used to fighting yourself, to hurting, to spinning in self destruct spirals of kamikaze glee…sometimes there’s nothing left to say but I love you guys