I feel like I just got ambushed and like Bambi's mom, some hunter is gonna shoot me through the heart. I think I've got way too much time on my hands right now. I would hate to think what real working life would feel like if just a taste of it leaves me feeling so empty- as though I need to fill up this void with anything, anyone, everything, everyone. Over-thinking and over-feeling things doesn't help matters.

And now that I've thought about it, it was unfair, on my part especially. I didn't mean to spring it on you, nor was I ready to.

So now I've got to figure out whatever this is, on my own, and stand by my decision. I don't care what they think anymore. There is no point making it more complicated than it really is. All I know is that it's all happening in my head and I need to stop it before it gets out of hand and leave unready hearts smashed and broken and scarred and unmendable. It's fogging up my good common sense and I can't stand it.

I can, I can do this.

Stone hearts. And minds.