Kinda one of those nights where all the stuff I want to write keeps getting censored before it gets even halfway out of my brain, way before it gets to my fingers.

It's very frustrating, having so many thoughts but having to somehow keep them straight in my head because I'm not allowed to write them here except in watered-down form.

One of the things I was thinking earlier today was that I'm not stupid. That I know exactly what this means to me, to us. I see what's happening, right now, in the unblinking LED of my phone. I know what's happening, it's just that I choose to pretend otherwise in an effort to protect what's left of myself.

I'm a great fucking pretender.