I don’t even know what I came here to say.

My heart hurts.

I struggle with writing.

I mean, anyone who actually writes, I think, struggles with writing, at least sometimes.

But…I struggle with feeling like I have anything to say, even though I have so fucking much to say. There are just so many voices, you know? And so many of them are more eloquent, more informed, more devoted, more passionate than mine.

I’m ok with stepping aside, really. I mean, I’d love to, as I’ve said before, write the thing that changes the…