It’s one of those days where I keep hearing your voice in my head.
You know what your problem is? You think too much.
No one will ever be able to meet her and not fall in love with her.
You throw me for a loop.
You’re all the same; but some are different.
You’re so strong and mature, you’ll be fine.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with you? What do you what me to do?
Well, Happy Birthday.
You don’t have to ever apologize to me. Don’t ever be sorry.
You’re going to leave here and you’re going to forget. 8 days later it won’t even matter.
My wife and I are drifting apart.
I understand.
You shouldn’t have to much caffeine, you’re going to die.
I come here and deal with you people, then I go home and get abused. Quite a little life I’ve carved out for myself.
I just don’t get along with adults, I get along much better with you.
That’s all I can think of before my head explodes.
