Not much. A whole lot. Crying right now. This is difficult. Not because everything feels wrong. But because nothing feels right. I am stuck, but I am free. I long, but I am not done here. I love, and I am loved back. From a distance. I balance it all, but do I really? Or am I hiding in the pretence? Am I crumbling? Or am I building a stronger self? Why don’t I know? This should be easier, I feel. Navigating troubled times from the heart. But the heart doesn’t go along with ye