Why is it that when you're sitting at home at night, being totally fucked over again by the person you love more than anyone, and feeling guilty about being angry at him because of it, that you go and take your nightly six capsules of multi-vitamin, and your soy, and your beta glucans, and your green tea anti-oxidants, which are all going to make you live long and stay healthy (a statement that has not been evaluated by the FDA), when you really just wish you were dead.

Goddamned survival instincts.

Goddamned Nolan.