Real talk: I don’t know what’s happening. I was sitting in class today and I had this weird multidimensional vision of what would happen if something happened to my boyfriend or if he cheated on me or something horrible like that. I got so nauseous and anxious that my head began to spin. I wanted to cry. I’ve never been like this before. I was just listening to that “Bust Your Windows” song, but then I put myself in her shoes and, like—what if he did cheat on me or something? He wouldn’t, but what if he did? What would I do? These questions are so stupid and paranoid; it’s not like I fear the reality or fruition of these things—they’re just these bizarro world circumstances that stand in terrifying opposition to the way thing are right now. They chill my blood, and that’s stupid and weird! They do, though. The stakes have never been this high for me and it’s a very bizarre negotiation.