The person my heartache would spit out wouldn’t be Ellie Watt and she wouldn’t be Eden White. I didn’t know her name, but I knew she wouldn’t possess a heart.
I was fucking scared of her.

“What did the candles smell like?” she asked. Was she kidding me?“Like Eau du Zo…”

“I feel like I’m a disappointment to mankind,” he remarked woefully as he placed…”

“Sir Swagger Douchington the Fuck”

“Maybe you’re sleepwalking. And sleeptexting. And sleepprimping.”“What’s next?” …”