…It’s all any of us wants. To find a nice person to hang out with until we drop dead.
When I walk into a room I do not light it up. Fuck.
I have only two emotions, careful fear and dead devotion.
The more I work, the more I (fully) realize how completely useless my degree is. I mean sure, I can read a book (particularly a Canadian book) and write a kick-ass essay about it but can I even work a fucking cash register? No.