Even at work, I was crankier than usual, which is saying alot.
I'm not saying though, that I won't tell you to fuck off if you're giving me more information than needed. Don't tell me that's bullshit, because I know you.
The fact that my nervous system is screwed now is not that surprising to me. But that doesn't stop the fact that I miss the feeling of intimacy in your diary, of knowing you in a raw and unedited way, as you are, with your mistakes as well as your perfection.