Meet The Fate Of Ophelia, Sleeping & Penchance To Dream

I forgot how yucky it feels to be the option of somebody you've made a priority. Not only does it make you feel stupid and naive, but also slightly disposable. Where did I go, how did I end up where I am right now, at this very moment in time? I know where I've been, how I came to be, and what I've learned thus far. But this moment, right here, I'm just not sure where it came from. How I became as neurotic as her, as passive aggressive as him, as emotional as I am. What a frightening cacophony of emotions I have possessed lately. It's made me feel somewhat mentally unstable, and I am ready for some stability. I don't need you, as much as I'd like to have you around, your presence isn't necessary. And here we go, I'm learning that. Again, and again, and again, and...