The weather is disgustingly good. I bet somewhere this summer I'm going to have a breakdown or two. Isn't it funny how at some point in your life you know like a hundred people and you can hang out with a few dozen at least but then years later you're on your own and not a single person you can call. You're all alone and it takes all the confidence in the world just to convince yourself that it's not about you, that you deserve better that you won't die that way.