My eyes are so puffy. It’s weird how fast I can just start crying now. I’m so happy with everything in general, that if one thing goes wrong at all, I completely break down. It’s like I stuffed every bad thing in a walk-in closet, and I’m standing on the outside trying with all of my strength to keep the door shut. And when something creeps out from under the door, I have to step on it before it can crawl away. But sometimes it gets out into the open and I have no way of chasing after it. If I do, then the door will completely open up and poison the room with gas-like negative energy. I can’t let that happen; I’ll suffocate. I’ll choke on all the bad thoughts and sounds and words. And I don’t want to choke. I’m not going to step away from this door until I can padlock it shut.