It feels like all of my walls and all of my coping strategies have gone to shit this week, and all I'm left with is a weepy mess of a girl, unequipped to deal with even the simplest little thing with composure. Did you see me in the produce aisle dropping tomatoes on the ground? I had a lump in my throat for twenty minutes following. Did you see me trying to read on the subway? Overwhelming. I am at the edge of everything I've ever felt; so this is what it's like to be a human volcano, every feeling and every fear I've ever had is bubbling up, ready to burst.