To Always Sing Hope

I miss you, short stuff.

...

Unhinged? Honey, I'm five metres from the door.
Any last threads keeping my sanity tied are long gone.
With the amount of coffee in my system, I should open a cafe.

And all in the name of One-thousand-Six-hundred-and-Thirty-Nine words.

It's done though, so therefore E = MC(Happyface-squared.)

*yawn*

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.