"Peirce it straight."

It's quite an interesting feeling, when you take note of how out of hand one can get. It took an entire cup of tea completely ruining every sentimental object I held close to my heart to make me realise this, which makes me feel quite silly really. Everything’ll change soon. I think I've come to the conclusion that only like change when I’m controlling it. I hate change when I can’t make it how it needs to be. I guess that’s really, really selfish. Ugh.