I want it to go away and take all the crazy feelings with it. But I'm afraid what I'll be left with, I'm afraid I'll be apathetic again, depressed again. I have a glimmer of childish hope, now. If I lose that...
I need hugs, prayers, cake. haha. But I'm not sure I deserve any of it. I'll stop now.
Also, in a fairly important shop note, I will be reviewing and may be changing some of the prices of my handmade items in my shop. Probably won't fully happen until next month.