The slim prospect of seeing you tomorrow just makes me feel confused and CATATONIC. You leave me a wreck because you remind me of the residual angst that I left behind along with the neurotic, depressing ending of my junior year. You are a reminder of how dependent I was after my period of meaningless cutting and crying. She's going to be there too. Part of me doesn't want to go anywhere tomorrow anymore. Can you just stay an illusion? God fucking dammit.