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I lost it - whatever "it" is.

Don't ask me questions, I'm not up to the idea of spilling out the gory details. Besides, I'm well aware that the floodgates would open if I would dare to open my mouth.

It's funny how my friends tend to worry when I cry a lot. Hey guys, chill. I'm not suicidal. This is my way of coping. Rubbing salt in the wound is my way of dealing with... things. After all, if I can get through the darkest hour in one piece, I'll survive. That's the idea.

People get disappointed all the time. People get hurt all the time. People leave when they feel they have to and that happens all the time. It's not a big deal; just something I have to be big enough to deal with.