2:43am, Nothing Is Okay

This is Clementine. I don’t have the slightest fucking idea how any of the rest of me is okay. How anyone can be focusing on cleaning out the closet, or planning out charm bracelets, or the parent we live with acting like shit is normal. People are dying. The internet might be dying in pursuit of making people’s lives worse and harder, if not outright as part of their quest to kill more people. I…