It just seemed too weird to me. I don't know maybe they were smoking a joint in the car downstairs from their parents' apartment. I had to go that far to put together a scenario of how they could have possibly recognized me.
I think a certain amount of anger has been a fuel of mine if you want - but also some sort of sadness and plain mischief of course.
My dreams are of water. And my nightmares.
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
