Dear BB19, I love competition reality shows, but spending time with you three times a week this summer has been wearing on my soul. I know it’s just a game (just like all the houseguests always say when they’re in power), but it’s gotten too personal (just like all the houseguests say when they feel on the outs). I don’t have any more analogies in my library that refer to a pack of oblivious contestants led by one master player. My heart is weary from the bullying. Even worse, I feel my own outlook poisoned by the rampant negativity and delusion in this house.