All is well with the world.

I feel a little ashamed about my whole over-sensitivity. My whole histronical behaviour. My whole paranoid behaviour.

You are welcome to start laughing uproariously and throw squishy tomatoes at me.

Bleah. Of course I could be just fudging and reassuring myself because I didn't get such information from the great Hamlet himself, but Strawberry.

Still, I feel like the biggest fool in the world.

But it's better than feeling dejected because I lost a friend.