It ain’t how you die, it’s how you breathe. It ain’t what you take, it’s what you leave and conceive.

I liked it because I never felt weird. And then I did. And then I didn’t like it anymore. And I’ve never felt so carefree. Maybe it was the drunk dance party in my shower. Maybe it was being all alone. I don’t know and I certainly don’t care. I’m so deliriously happy, I’m going blind.