Thank you crake.

I rave and howl, and froth out folly.
I am plagued by the forked-tongue demon, causing my mouth to overflow with blaspheme during full moons.
The only time I ever actually mean a single word I say is when I'm sounding thoughtful, kind, and helpful.

I am okay now, and sorry you had to see me that way.

I will keep my chin up, and fix a smile upon my face, knowing I've been in your prayers.

care about you,
Tabs