I wanna shout and scream and kick and cut and punch and pull hair out and cry and weep and sob until I drop. How the hell did you make me care so much…Unbelievable. And unacceptable. You don’t just go around playing with my feelings like this…About to have a mini breakdown in 3,2,1…Or better yet…I’ll keep it all in. To swallow me alive. That’s how I roll. But tomorrow you’ll hear the ugly truth. You need to.