All I can do is think about how much I fucking miss when I was a fucking little child, I didn't haven't to worry so much about this life. Nor did I really worry about making people proud. God, if my father was here, he'd tell me to get it together. Goddammit Harry, why aren't you here right now, thanks for being dead, but big thanks to Dexter for not being here and comforting me when I need it. Big thanks to this fuck hole place for stealing me from my apartment.
Oh and a hurricane, even better. The PD is on high alert, people would probably start looting if we weren't alert.
I feel so fucking numb....