I am Jane's Insanity

So I spent about a month moping, and brooding, and letting this person run my life and affect how I feel (no not my mum).

I swear.

I am my worst poison.

But I am also my own cure.

I really don't understand how I work.

One day I could feel like I wish the end of the world would come,

and the next I'd be like F*** you.

Right now, I'm trying very hard to maintain the latter.

I don't really have control over it.

Especially in the morning when I've just woken up.

I hope I don't wake up tomorrow and feel like crap again.

But I want my phone back.

So I need that job.

And I need them to call me tomorrow.