I'm on the edge of a breakdown, I think.
You know when you're standing at the precipice, and you can feel the air rushing around you, and you've nowhere to go...but down.
I'm a girl who likes a good cry, but to me, my crying must make sense. It must be logical.
And I fear, presently, that I'm so mentally and emotionally spent that my breakdown will not be as resonable as I want it to be.
I wish I could stand on top of a broken-down crane and scream for the hell of it, to clear my head. In a trashbag, in the rain.
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You're now talking my language. Let it out, Lana. Logic can only bring you so far. Be the chaos that you feel. Scream until you can't feel the pain anymore. If you feel more afterwards, talk to me. That's why I'm here.
Screw reasonable.
Let's talk.
just go rent "garden state" and join zach braff and natalie portman in their screams.
Well, Beka, I did just watch that movie last night, prompting the screaming imagery.
Maybe I'll watch it again tonight. Who knows.
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