Today I’m a soft-shell crab. I just want to hide under this cool, dark dock (aka sitting here in my cubicle and listening to my playlist, reading my book, or going for a walk by myself).

Time alone. A way to grow a healthy shell—not armor— so I’ll know what’s me and what’s everything else. So I won’t take what you say to me the wrong way. So I’ll know the difference between what I want and what you want me to want.