So I've been feeling particularly inspired to write something involving a mental breakdown. For multiple reasons, really.

I'll be completely honest here. This story is pretty personal to me, in a sense. No, I've never actually been bullied, but consider this to be a bit metaphorical. I wish I had someone to pick me up when I'm down, or when all I need is a giant hug. Theatre is also very near and dear to my heart, and actually, as I write this, I have no other desire except to curl up in a ball and well... I guess you'll see. I have to be strong though, because I don't have anyone to lean on yet. (By the way, Kevin is not my bias but I would love to have a friend like him. I seem to know quite a few Kevin-biases here so, eh, why not?)

I think we all need that, don't we? We all deserve someone to pick us up when we can't do it ourselves. I guess writing this is really the only way to get this off of my chest.

Whoops, forward is longer than the description. I shan't keep you with my rambling any longer, lovelies. Look forward to it, I guess :)