Everything about this year so far feels so strange and unsettling and it seems like things keep coming out of nowhere that just make it worse. I constantly feel like I'm walking on glass. First Ken passed away, and now Paul. You never expect at twenty-years-old to have to hear about the people you knew growing up and in high school have died. I've learned more about death in the last two months than I have in my whole life and I don't like it at all. The only thing I keep thinking is, "Shit, what is going to happen next?" and having this ridiculous paranoia that next time, it's going to hit a lot closer to home.