I wanted to do a post, but I want to go to bed more, so instead here's a song and three drafts I've had saved for way too long.
1.) I'm happy in a sick twisted sort of way. I feel like all I've been doing the last few days is fight with the people I care about, my friends, my parents. I lost my shit at Mum after she cleaned my room, harassed Dad when he was already under stress - and I feel like I've grown further apart from him recently. I haven't changed at all. Still such a silly little child.
2.) I forgot that the idea of one true love is bogus for most of the last 6 months. Which isn't a bad thing. Far better is the thought that there are a thousand true loves for each of us and we only have to find one of them.
3.) How low does your self-esteem have to be that you don't even realise assuring someone you're not thinking of them could possibly be a bad thing.