Working through the shit in my brain.

Hmm.
I've a lot of thinking to do.
And quite a few awkward conversations left to deal with.
Wonderful.

I hate digging myself holes, only to jump in.
Like, seriously, what the fuck.

Yep.
So this is it, shit is royally fucking the fan up.

I still wanna runaway.
But I don't think I'm going to.
I'm going to attempt to salvage all this shit.
Key word being attempt.