It's been a long evening of being trapped in a metaphorical and metaphysical hellish prism of ignorance, angst, and dismay. You're a maturing young woman sporting what feels like an insurmountable number of problems and issues. Furthermore, you are sick to bastard DEATH of looking at these things.

Unlike the decoding of universal scripture, the solution here seems simple: perhaps you'll allow yourself the luxury of taking a well-earned break.

You are now free to make that choice, after all.