Normally, at the best of times, I can be fairly twitchy.
I've been up since 4 and far too thoughtful.
Also, switching on my phone to actually
get a text message scares the hell out of me.
As does the Ring.

I still wonder about why I wake so early and never manage to catch an earlier bus.



...We need to talk, ok?
Scratch that. I need to talk to you.
Things got out of hand. Mistakes.
I know you said you weren't angry.
I know I was out of order, perhaps,
but I never meant for the entire fucking class to know.

It's not often I'm willing to be completely honest.