I am preparing myself for a emotional breakdown to put to shame all other rejection- and relationship-related fuckmefuckhimfuckmylifefucktheworldfuckthespringtime breakdowns that I have had. I don’t know if knowing that it’s coming makes it better or worse, because I think really I am just in denial and I refuse to believe that this won’t be my fairy tale moment. I never think anything counts unless I get it right, but it gets harder to go by that when things keep going wrong. I am trying to stave off the breakdown as long as possible, but it may not be a good idea to have one right before leaving for Prague. And it is good to have your world shattered, no? And to be treated crappily? It makes for good songs (and novels), and it’s been so long since I’ve written one.