It’s officially Thursday, and I’m numb from all the pills I’ve taken in the last hour. Mosquito bites and insomnia and heartache. It’s Thursday. I had so much planned for today. We were going to drive out to the abandoned school and photograph it all. We were going to picnic on the weed-ridden basketball court, and listen to music that made us nostalgic for something that happened before our lifetimes. I was going to make you fall back in love with me.

It’s Thursday, and everything was ruined in the last few days. I feel like an angst-ridden teen in a John Hughes movie. He’s your favorite, right? I’m cutting off my head to spite my shoulders. I’m taking pills to make everything feel like nothing. I guess this is an alright Plan B. It’s working, until, you know, it isn’t.