I hate that the first thing I openly admit about Led Zeppelin is that now I see his… assholeness and hate him a little… he’s still a hot rock God. Anyway. The way we’re communicating has evolved so much. It’s trite, but it needs to be said. We’re not letting on as much as we know sometimes, and it can feel scary. It doesn’t mean something’s wrong with you. It just means that you’re me and life made more sense when I was on adderall somehow, and I’ll maybe always crave that feeling and associate it with something negative, but I’m learning something else about concepts like blame.