Now if only I could do so in the literal sense, then all will be well, the weather will be 10 degrees all year round, your face will rot and I can leave.
Sometimes, wanting isn't enough.
By the way, he's leaving in three days.
Why is all the shit pooling together now, of all times?
I'll be moving in with my brother, and things will be rocky, but I will get through it.
I think I'm going to take chingys' advice.