Prologue

I was sitting on the toilet, staring at the hair elastic my roommate had dropped and left on the floor when I realized that if I didn’t start some sort of journal to use as a mental release – I will go crazy.

The elastic band was causing anger to well up in me. This isn’t normal, by any means. But, when you pick up elastic bands on a near daily basis and place them on the counter for someone who can’t be bothered to do it themselves, it starts to pick, pick, pick away at you. And here we are…