I think you rock. For real. Thank you, for everything you've done for me. I'd like to say that I feel way better and it's all because of you. You're the best :)
I also think you're becoming a rock.

It's overwhelming I succumb to it so easily. It fills every inch of me with the familiar high one tries to duplicate with alcohol. Or have I always been ill? How long will my cells be able to take this? Suicide one by one, unfortunate oh no. I believe they don't have a choice.

Yes darling, I am happy. And very much alive.