This year has not been good to me. It is only March, and I did not think that it could get worse than 2016 but it is. I am an American, but the tension in the country doesn’t concern me at all. It will die down, eventually. How long it takes does not matter to me. My problems are internal, in my head where they stay and rot until I’m forced to clean them out or else maggots shall find their way in. I am tired.