Oh, Brother

Again.

Hex gets really, painfully paranoid about using the main blog, the “face” account if you will, to talk about literally anything that isn’t Unified Front Approved and Mercy is painfully opposed to doing anything that looks like a cry for help um, that um… well, I just journal for hours now. My privacy on the internet has been nonexistent in the past, and to cope with this I remember that privacy is nonexistent under omnipotence already. Whatever surfaces, be it for its own good reason, must be felt for its entire emotional weight. There’s a lot of weight on me right now. I feel strongly that I should delete this blog, and also that it’s likely already too late for that, and then I scroll through it and it’s all pictures of Danya.

A pin that reads: I should feel better, BUT I DON’T