No more than 100 words.
Hurt fades to anger fades to frustration fades to nothing.
I don't know where I am on the sliding scale. And I don't know where to think, though if one more thing creeps up in your state, and if one more arrow points to your general direction, I may break my 20 hour non crying record.
The hitch I'm purchasing is coming from some where near you and the tulips I bought to cheer me up were grown there too.
I hate it when I rhyme.