Every ****ing time I say, "This is so horrible I'm never doing this again." And then I do it again because I think "What's the worst that could happen?"...and then as I lay there in bed the lights down low, my eyes wigging out, and stuffing myself with caramel popcorn I realized nobody could come save me if I needed them to. Here's to laying in bed for three hours too scared to fall asleep, too scared to leave the lights on, and too scared to turn them off, and basically too scared to do anything but hope it's over soon.