ARIA

Uncle Barty doesn't say anything to me in the car, and I suspect that it's because he senses my bad mood.

That's all I've been doing lately. This massive ball of mixed emotions that can't be separated from one another. When I'm not angry, I'm sad, and when I'm not sad, I'm depressed. It's a vicious cycle, made worse by Ryder's request for a rejection.

I mean, I wanted a rejection. Yet, I'm upset that he would dismiss me so coldly after trying to assure me that things weren't as I ...