I take things too much to heart. I hear about a member of the queer community, of my queer community, dying and even if I have not met them, it is a blow that knocks me low. These are never natural deaths. They are premature and unnecessary.
Perhaps I do not take it too much to heart. Perhaps I take it just enough to heart.
So, feeling a little down already, I thought I may as well watch Titanic, because despite what you think of the actual movie, the real life events were horrific. I watched the movie, then I googled true life stories from the Titanic, then I finally went to bed at midnight. What a stupidly late night.