I love you more.

I love you more.

I'm canceling an appointment with Dr. Adelman today. The overdose built up and turned my body into a centrifuge and flung my thoughts apart, while I laid up, sleepless and growing wilder without sleep. Now, nine days later, the pinwheeling feelings've have fully come and gone and left me ghosts, the terrific vacuum in my chest's filled in, and I've still got some birthday cake left over. It's ice cream cake. I turned 24 soon-ago.

I'm fine. I'm not sick. I'm not worried.

What - me, worry?

I'll be fine.