Love comes easy for me. I love all kinds of details of this reality I'm experiencing, many living things and many things that don't live, and I'm glad that it's natural for me, I'm glad that I had parents and a dog who showed me that it's a natural thing. I find it easy to love you, even all kinds of things about you that you probably aren't even conscious of, and I can imagine loving you even more, but I'm struggling with this craziness that I cannot bring myself to explain to you, and that feels very hard.

I've been so tired for so many days now. It's raining inside my head. I can't open my eyes fully. Wherever I go there's too much light. Back to the basement, I guess.