I got asked out to lunch today, and it seemed like a nice place atop this hill.

But when we got inside the waitress rushed us to order, I literally looked at the menu for less than a minute.

I ended up with a chicken finger plate, the sides I got two but they were all potatoes of some kind, I mean no salad or anything.

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This occurred between 11:30pm and 12:30am. I saw a bunch of worms crawling on my bedroom floor. I swept them on a dustpan and threw them out of my window. As I told my mom about it, she checked outside my window and using a flashlight, she saw a dead chick infested with worms. I refused to look at it because it would traumatize me even more. I helped her with the cleanup. She put the dead chick in a plastic bag and threw it away outside. She washed everything with water and a brush. She didn't

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So the story is already quite morally sketchy. A lot of the things Max does could be considered bad or even evil, but in the chapter I'm currently writing, I recognize that things get more than sketchy. It's a debate on whether or not people have certain rights, and whether or not you agree is completely up to you and how you view good and evil. I'm personally on the fence about the matter, but I feel like Max, as a character and a fictional man has grown and evolved in such a way to make such

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Wow in the past year I went from feeling angsty to feeling so mushy that I can't stop grinning like an idiot and my heart swells up. Now those feelings are amplified. I guess it's the good version of PMS? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ In the past, I've lost all my impulse control right before my period, and I've drowned in my own tears. Now I want to cuddle, look at the sky, go on a picnic, listen to each other's heart beats, and stare into some lovely eyes. Dammit I'm so cheesy what kind of cheese

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