bite back the humor rising up my throat. I’m not having a breakdown; I’m having a break. Taking a hiatus from pretending everything is fine-and-fucking dandy. How much longer could I have looked out my window to the raging fire outside and convinced myself it’s a beautiful summer’s day? Fuck it. I’ll open the front door and let the flames lick my skin. Let the smoke blacken my insides. My world is on fire, and I want to punish the girl who lit the match.
