I nod and turn the volume on the T.V. down, finishing the burger and moving onto the mac and cheese. Cheese and chocolate...who would have thought they tasted like mint when mixed together...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights