I cried more than enough this week and I’m still crying. Seeing Keith’s face, that’s me since my mom died on Wednesday. And, I’m getting evicted, I don’t care even. I’m done crying.

They’re trolling, right....right?

Anybody else finding themselves sighing frequently, not enjoying things, like ice cream, as much, constantly feeling on the verge of unexpected violent tears? Anyone else get queasy when they turn on the news, cynical when they open their Facebook and wary when strangers start talking in a doctor’s waiting room that…