Luther sighed as he walked up to his home. It seemed as if his birthday had been forgotten about. Worst of all, he hadn't seen Judex, Emile, or Nomori much today. So naturally, he felt a bit glum as he walked inside.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian