This isn't real.

I write as if I'm some kid who can't move on. If I could scream in my own face, I would. Now my head hurts and I don't care.

I'm so mellow.

I didn't know what to say to you, I guess. This is an apology of some sort. Just... thank you. I know this isn't much.

So am I covering something up?

Thanks for finally letting me exhale. It felt like forever when I was holding my breath. There's only two ways to go, up or down, and I chose freefall.

I'm going to crash. Remember, Jenna, this isn't real and you're not invincible.