Precious mental breakdown arc:
I've become a walking confessional. I keep telling ppl my private stuff. The good, the bad, all of it. I think part of me wants them to scold me and call me a piece of shit but everyone just psychoanalysises me and tells me how nice I am. I don't want to be called nice. I don't care if I did it for sacrificial reasons. I just want to bleed. Is that too much to ask?
