Thoughts that occur when you're silently sobbing into your towel in your dark bathroom at 3 in the morning because it seemed like the most practical place to allow yourself to feel feelings because you're just too damn tired to hostage negotiate with the Thelma and Louise bullshit that is your limbic system and adrenals any longer:

I cry way too much in this bathroom.  It's cliche, really.

Why does my nose run when I cry?  Then it gets stuffy.  It seems rather inconvenient since I need oxygen. 

God.  Why do feelings always happen at 3 am?  It's damn inconsiderate. They should happen at a more civilized time of day, like 8 pm.

Is it over yet?  Ain't nobody got time for this shit.

Maybe I'll be able to sleep soon. Goddamn tomorrow is going to be a long day. I guess technically tomorrow  is actually today.