I feel like I'm just barely here. I feel like it's all reversed, backward, looks sorta the same but not really, like I'm in some kind of parallel universe. My family believes I'm so strong, so smart, that I have a such level head, that I'm an incredible survivor, that I'll be fine. That's what they tell me anyway - and knowing them as I do I'm glad they feel comfortable staying at text's length away as there's room on this stage for only one melodrama at a time and right now I'm starring in it, albeit to an empty house. Let everyone think what they choose to believe, that I'm fine.