Oh, so. Hey. Junior year is over. I think I might be better at being a person than I was when I started. But that's subjective really. I actually make quite a good robot.

Today I wore my comedically oversized blue sweater, wandered through intersections, and bought myself a pocketwatch that does not work but looks very cunning. It was a long walk back to my house, and I am growing my hair long, and trying not to gouge at my skin, and smiling more. As one does.

It's nice to step from behind the glass sometimes. The spears will find your organs every time, with or without separation from their world, so you may as well realize respective humanity anyway. That the spears thrown were once held by arms, and that you yourself possess means not only to craft spears of searing power but to pierce others in lethal and detrimental ways. And oh how you have, whether you know so or not. Detriment! The answer is that there is no answer, and that answer may only be reached both by having been pierced, piercing, and reaching out to shield everyone, no matter if they are helpless or helpful or protected or protectors or Cruel, from the torrent.