I feel better right now and I think, "Did I really feel that bad?" And I know that yes, I did, and I know that tomorrow I will wake up and feel shitty and Friday will be the worst, but right now I feel better and like things in my life like writing prose poems with Michelle and finishing puzzles and drawing and watching Lost and going out for dinner with friends and getting texts from other friends and people responding to things I say to them and all sorts of shit like that. I feel like posting a picture, but instead I am going to eat pizza because I eat pizza everyday now.