You know how those songs about cabin fever go? Yeah, those singers ain't wrong.
I'm currently sitting underneath a street lantern, spite eating a prepackaged ham and cheese croissant from the Roxxcart, because I know it could've been worse. Malkavians do like to encompass the spectrum, and then some.
I still feel like a fucking teenager for sitting here like, except I'm too good of a catholic boy to smoke and drink and I probably asked my daddy if I could stay out until midnight.
But screw you, fear of the dark. I know what's out there. I don't need to be afraid.
Also help. I broke my sunglasses. Can someone magical fix them? Please?