Had a breakdown about the fact that my guitar wont hold a tune, because normally playing is how I calm down.
Had a breakdown about not having a viola to use in place of my guitar.
Had a breakdown about the email that wound up in my inbox.Had a breakdown about having a breakdown.
Cool Kid talked me through it and not only brought be back, he got me a little more sane than I was before.
Dad brought home a girl without any warning whatsoever - I'm still good.
She's annoying as hell and went into my room for no reason (my door was even closed) and now she's telling me how to bake from the living room - I'm still good.
I guess things work out when a person who's all kinds of crazy becomes good friends with a person who can be rational through all kinds of problems. I'm not entirely sure how the Ginny/Troy insanity dynamic is playing out, but there's one thing about it I know: I'm feelin' good.
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