Oh and P.S.? I am in dire need of more coffee. Industrial strength.

If you have to explain about how something's supposed to feel, it takes away all the magic.

You'll get through this. And I know it's impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.

The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.

All I know is, if we don't eat soon I'm going to chew off a limb. And I can't guarentee it'll be mine.

How could something that felt so right actually be so wrong?