I’m a blubbering mess, fucking wet seal. I’m crying and clamoring and I’m coming up with all of this amazing psychobabble-bullshit and philosophical-ponderings but the notepad in my head is sopping and soaked and I’m trying to write with a fucking piece of bark but I have no idea why and I don’t understand what’s happening anymore. Everything is falling to shit and I can’t even remember the last time I kissed her. Fuck. Fuck.
—  Saturday’s Dream, WIP