A Lack of Things to Entropy.

I am honestly not sure how I'm holding up. Under these sorts of circumstances, I tend to degrade quickly and fall apart or inward. Instead, I'm keeping a fairly cool head and the only victim is the serotonin in my intestines. I think it's because I really don't believe anything the thing says.

I'm done talking about him anywhere, done talking to him other than under strictly business relations, and done with his associates. I had to lie yesterday, something I'm not proud of, but it was in order not to stir up more drama. I lied to a liar, anyhow.

I may not be falling in but I am suffering. I spent last night huddled inside myself wishing to end my life. I was with others and I'm a coward, but it plagued me.

Not much happens when one sleeps for several hours. Woo.