I'm sorry, I think I'm drunk. I'm sitting at home by myself thinking of you and wondering how the h*ll if all started going downhill so quickly. I wish I could reach out to you, but to be fair I have no idea what I'm thinking. Recently I've been having a lot of dark thoughts about well...what the point is in anything, to be honest. Is it all just b*oody random? Some people are lucky and some are not? Or maybe I'm just defective. Maybe I'm incapable of feeling things like a normal person should. Thank you for the one hour of normalcy you give me each week. Cheers to you.