I thought he was lying, or that it would be something underground, but tonight, the 14th, the most sacred and hated of days, it comes.
"You like it."
Yes. I do.
I have until 10.05. My room is almost clean. Someone needs to come play.
When you live your whole life thinking you're a failure, your success is just that much sweeter. I wanna drink from this fountain forever. Thanks to whoever turned it, it's nice to be off my ear and on my feet again.
I've nixed Frida. There is something better.