How Are You All Doing?

i'm filled with an internal existential crisis about why my body fails me at so many levels, and yet not able to have a normal human life. When i'm just interacting with someone at a grocery store in my flesh tuber then, or am i just a flesh, you're in your flesh prison, flesh prison. I don't even know what o think about that. But, you know, we don't share who we are, right, like, when we are struggling, or if we aren't sure about what we're doing in life,. So it kind of makes sense. Andnd, that's where, like, at this point, i'm kind of wondering about a couple