Ever felt like just skipping the “I feel curling up in the corner and dying” stage and moving directly towards the “You know, that was pretty daft but I know it’s going to happen again and again no matter how much I ignore it or what I do to avoid it (I’d put the last two words in italics/inverted commas but most of this stupidly disjointed paragraph is already italicized and between IVs so you’ll just have to place them there yourself, with your mind bullets, and maybe bold them seeing as your gun be poppin’) so really there’s no option but to add yet another gamble to your silly little life in the hope that it’ll make things better.” stage?

I know I have.