i.     I love how it's such a given
       I'll do anything for my friends that they
       think it includes letting them walk
       all over me and ******* ripping me
       apart.

ii.    I can't miss the irony in the fact
       that all the music I listen to when I'm hurt
       is music I was introduced to
       by people who ultimately
       hurt me.

iii.  Sometimes I cross the street with my eyes closed
       in order to pretend fate is a thing and
       I have no choice in whether or not
       today is the day I explode
       in beautiful horror.

iv.   It's times like these I miss my cats.
       Because cats don't judge you
       for crying, they just lick
       the shiny marks on your face
       until you stop.