apparently i am a work in progress.

and apparently the progress loops in on itself at some points, and then dips terrifyingly downward, revealing lower levels of decay and anxiety hastily papered over by other versions of me who are no longer around to be held responsible.

but that all sounds okay, right? it's normal. everybody's got issues. we can't all be struggling all day every day to contemplate the world of horror we live in while fighting our own troubled minds, locked in eternal battle with our inner selves. surely other people are handling it all perfectly well, right?

anybody?