strange.

I feel a turn of events coming on. Yay.
I feel that I'm in need of some drastic change to adapt to.
Relating with someone about a traumatizing heartbreak at 6 in the morning is probably one of the most depressing ways to start off a day but surprisingly, comforting.
Pathetic, I know.
I WAS going to go upstairs to start on my new book but, who would've thought another heartbroken soul would contact me in their time of need to vent and relate. It was very unexpected.
Break ups left and right. Suddenly, I don't feel so alone.
I told you I'm fucked up.