Reflecting on “we think we know you” by Bo Burnham. Borrowers beware, this is an emo one —

I don’t know if I ever explained the meaning of this triptic. I made it while in my IOP therapy. In that months long process, I was tearing apart this suffocating security blanket of coping mechanisms. I took the small pieces left that I could, while grieving what I lost. I faced the mirror, and took accountability. With that small token of what had come before, I put my hair up and got to work.