All these highs and lows meant something once. A friend once told me it was for his art: the girls he fell in love with or became helplessly infatuated with or even just spent a night with became a part of his music. Highs and lows en masse were his muses. If I had a therapist, I’m sure it would mean a fat paycheck. If you’re reading this, it might possibly mean that I am neurotic and/or taking myself too seriously.

(I’d like to think it’s the former, since being neurotic is kind of cool. Taking yourself seriously is like a giant faux pas that you should never readily admit to.)

I just want to know if you’re on the same rollar coaster that I’m on. We can have a beer and a bag of popcorn, while we watch the world from up top and down low. And I’ll hold your hair back when the ride gets too fast, if you promise to laugh at my jokes when the ride isn’t as fast as we hoped it would be. And if not …. sucks to be me.

And before anyone judges me and makes a remark about this post and it’s implications, please remember that I’m female and hormonal.

In other news, Monica broke up with me over text and changed our relationship status via Facebook, which created a huge controversy regarding my real relationship status. Sorry to disappoint? But I guess it was never real, since we were never ***Facebook official*** in the first place. Sucks to be us.