Eva is the worst human alive. It has to be deliberate, what she’s doing. I didn’t even want to hang out tonight but she made such a big deal over wanting to know how I was, and for some reason I thought it might be good, I could talk to her. I used to be able to talk to her. She used to be my friend.

I don't know why I feel so low, or rather I know only too well. But I really do fight it. To break it down is fighting it. I don't mean to drag you into my pit of doom. I do sometimes need a hand up from it.

The gift box was small and square, and my face flushed as my boyfriend handed it to me. How perfect, that he would get me a ring for my twenty-seventh birthday; how excited he looked, handing it to me first thing that morning, as I propped myself up on my elbow in bed.