I need to blog, write, pour out.

Please stop thinking those thoughts. I'm trying, ok? And aren't you happy now? At least, it's all solved. It's alright. It's okay. Nothing's wrong. Don't force it to be. Just go with the flow. Just be happy with that now.

Just don't rub things to my face. And we'll be fine.

Sometimes, I wish I hadn't been friends with you. It'd be easier. But well, no regrets, right? And really, I don't feel regret. It's just that pull in the gut, some instinct. I don't understand it myself.

I'll just sit here and feel miserable and happy and insane.