[Cut two holes in a bed sheet; I want to be a ghost. Let me join you. I want to walk through walls, I want to be transcendent, but I don't want this house to haunt me anymore. I don't want this house to haunt me anymore]

I know it was an earthquake. I know you took a critical hit, and you're poisoned, and confused, and stranded between two cities. I know you're afraid. I know this house collapsed while you were still sleeping inside, but it has revealed to you a whole new region, with infinite fields to explore, and infinite directions in which to flee. So flee. Fill your pockets with the pixelated pebbles in the rubble, enough to make gravity keep you rooted to the earth, but not to make the stars feel more than a big jump away.

[sung bit]

Now you're standing on your hands and spiraling out into space. You're crying in the darkness that's swallowed you like a shark. You're cradling in the corner of your mind where the foetal thoughts hide. Because, yeah, something is creeping in. But when it does, greet it with open arms; grab its hand so tight that the bones begin to break in your fist. And though their hands will cut through the x-rays, and their laugh will distort the sound waves, from bleary eyed and looking for milkshakes, you will stand on the edge of the earthquake! But you won't fall down! You will watch as cars are flung into the air, and the tallest structures fall into the dust, but you will remain unmoved.

Ace your exams and find the person you're supposed to meet.
Apologise to your friends for treating them like toys.
Realise they've been asking where the hell you've been.
Try to leave the house, or at least let them in.

You've got a tough year ahead, but when you finally take that step, make it creak so loud that it wakes the whole house up.