I’m not as good at bouncing back as I thought.

I really wish you weren’t the last thing I thought of at night and the first thing I think of every morning.

Fuck you.

It can be pretty ironic sometimes.

You’re going to get crushed, and you know it. So why are you so fluttery?

Have some fucking joy.

I can’t even stand it.

IT’S DEFINITELY NOT A RAGE STROKE.

I really think I’m losing my mind. Really. This is the end of lucidity, and I’ve gone over the deep end, never to return. I’m scared.