Been really tempted to write an anecdote about my brother today. Anytime I share something about him or any of my other friends to try and alleviate some of this pressure I remember that time a bunch of people I really admired told me people really

don’t care and I should stop using grief as a means to jerk myself off. Almost like the painting scene in that Matt Damon movie. And I mean they were right but I always end up stuck in this mental tug of war. I’ll probably do it on one of my anon profiles we all say we don’t have

I’ll most likely tweet it and delete it after I feel self conscious. Just like this thread most likely. I don’t know. Fuck everything.