Me: *doesn't have my iPad* *thinks: Think, think, think. What can you do? You have to do something* *shakily begins singing His Daughter* "Everything's... G-gonna be alright" she wh-ispers to herself *negative thoughts slowly begin fading*
Rosa: If you can sing, you can speak.
Me: *negative thoughts go back full force* *lies: I d-don't know wh-y I'm crying!*
