She's melting.

Not because she's a witch. Because she's emotionally cracking. Losing it. Having a meltdown. Whatever your metaphor, it happened tonight.

I'm sure tomorrow or next week tonight's events will be amusing. Like the day I put regular dishwashing soap in the dishwasher and it overflowed suds and soap for an hour. Or the time I was in a hit-and-run car accident because I thought a little girl needed help. Or the time I set my hair on fire lighting candles at UBC. Or...

But not tonight. Tonight my eyes are still stinging and puffy, and mascara is smeared into the pores across my face. Tonight I'm exhausted and emotionally on edge and sleeping in my underwear with a fan on me to keep me cool cause the air conditioner's turned off cause the unit leaked water so badly into my hall and bathroom that I can't even begin to soak up all the water with or without four towels and two full bedsheets, which of course I can't wash because I bought a broken washer and dryer unit that no one will return my money on.

Did I mention my ex-boyfriend's getting married?

She's melting. She's cracking. She's writing in third person.