If I don't, I'll start spewing it tomorrow night, which just wouldn't be cool.
This isn't a rant to get pity. This is just something I'm doing because I can't talk about this issue with ANYONE. Not without making someone extremely uncomfortable, anyway. I don't have a therapist anymore. I just need to get it out and I'll be good for a couple months.
Dear Danielle,
you're a whale. I hate you. You have no self restraint.